I don't believe books have endings. Not the well written ones anyway...

I love staring at my books for hours just trying to decide which book to read next. Doing that is almost as fun as actually reading them.

Authors: The only people you thank for leaving you emotionally devastated.

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Lost: The common sense of an unconventional dreamer. If found, please return to Love The Stacks.

Learning new things exercises the brain in such a titillating way.

Authors are but the instrument to be played. The art is inside them, but many people help create it.

Books have a complete disregard for your feelings. They don't care if you are crying. They are going to continue making you cry.

You could say we run a dating service. If you make a request, we can hook you up with some books that will take you on a date you will never forget.

You could say we run a dating service. If you with some books that will take you on a date you will never forget.

Reading great books always gives me the worst sleeping disorders.

The most purely free decision one can make—and thus, the highest order of spirit on Earth—is believing in something without evidential knowledge.

Whenever I'm around him, all I can think about is how much more I want to be around him.

I have my mother who is an Irish-Italian, and my father who is African, so I have the taste buds of an Italian and the spice of an African.

If I fear to hold another to the highest goal because it is so much easier to avoid doing so, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

I've learned one thing about life. We're a good deal like that ball, dancing on the fountain. We know as little about the forces that move us, and move the world around us, as that empty ball does.

I don't understand how poor people think.

Look for happiness under your own roof.

I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language.

The expression of divinity is in variety.

It's a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!