For me to see is to read. It has always been that way.

I don't pretend reality is the same for everyone.

Of course I loved books more than people.

A good story is always more dazzling than a broken piece of truth.

But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.

When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic, yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.

A story so cherished it has to be dressed in casualness to disguise its significance in case the listener turned out to be unsympathetic.

What better place to kill time than a library?

I've nothing against people who love truth. Apart from the fact that they make dull companions.

Our clients' faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover.

My genius is not so frail a thing that it cowers from the dirty fingers of newspapernen.

Citizens who refuse to obey anything but their own conscience can transform countries, it is the basis of any real democracy.

Think and then think what you have thought. Is it really what you had thought. Think again.

Ninety percent of the cases of polio are in security-vulnerable areas.

Americans want relief from uncontrolled immigration, which is what we have now.

I know there's nothing that I wouldn't do Go to the ends of the earth for you To make you feel my love

Life was too short and ended too suddenly. If you didn't take advantage of what you had today, tomorrow it might be ripped from you.

How terrible it is to be woman...but only because of men.

I'm interested in how the confessional is so abrasively critiqued today. I'm not really comfortable with simply confessing but I do think "confessing" is a major part of reckoning.

Nature is your friend; it helps you to win. Your enemy will have unnatural movement, therefore you will be able to know what he is going to do before he does it.

Psmith is the only thing in my literary career which was handed to me on a plate with watercress round it, thus enabling me to avoid the blood, sweat and tears inseparable from an author's life.