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Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in read more
Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in my father's name;
Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and out
Among the giant fossils of my past,
Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs
Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first. And how I felt it beat
Under my pillow, in the morning's dark,
An hour before the sun would let me read!
My books!
At last, because the time was ripe,
I chanced upon the poets.
Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time
Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time
Books had instant replay long before televised sports.
Books had instant replay long before televised sports.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written.
Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.
Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.
An art book is a museum without walls.
An art book is a museum without walls.
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.
