Neel takes a sharp breath and I know exactly what it means. It means: I have waited my whole life to walk through a secret passage built into a bookshelf.

Walking the stacks in a library, dragging your fingers across the spines -- it's hard not to feel the presence of sleeping spirits.

All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain site.

Let me give you some advice: make friends with a millionaire when he's a friendless sixth-grader.

... nothing lasts long. We all come to life and gather allies and build empires and die, all in a single moment - maybe a single pulse of some giant processor somewhere.

He asked <...> Rosemary, why do you love books so much? And I said, Well, I don't know <...> I suppose I love them because they're quiet, and I can take them to the park.

Your life must be an open city, with all sorts of ways to wander in.

Her home is the burrow of a bibliophile hobbit -- low-ceilinged, close-walled, and brimming over with books.

You know, I'm really starting to think the whole world is just a patchwork quilt of crazy little cults, all with their own secret spaces, their own records, their own rules.

A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.

There is no immortality that is not built on friendship and work done with care. All the secrets in the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight.

Most of us can as we choose make of this world either a palace or a prison.

I'm not going to do any more solo touring.

I know what love is because I lost it at an early age.

It feels as if ever since the iPhone was released, the Macintosh computer has become just another leverage point in this other operating system's marketing plan.

In good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.

Very few restaurants do five services a day - breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, cocktail, theatre and dinner - and because of that we can offer something for everyone.

In exchange for power, influence, command and a place in history, a president gives up the bulk of his privacy.

The last time I saw African kids this excited, Madonna was at their school with a net.

She went from angry to calm so fast that he wondered if she wasn’t the Ferrari of moms. Her top speed had to be .65 nanoseconds.’ (Nick)

I was pretty hot-tempered all through school. I remember my high school basketball coach telling me: 'Boy, if you don't learn to control that temper, you're gonna kill somebody.'