Here Carlyle had come, here George Eliot had progressed through the bookshelves. Roland could see her black silk skirts, her velvet trains, sweeping compressed between the Fathers of the Church, and heard her firm foot ring on metal among the German poets.
Quotes about bookshelves (10 Quotes)
By burning Luther's books you may rid your bookshelves of him, but you will not rid men's minds of him.
I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.
The Hillsborough County Commission probably isn't gearing up to celebrate this, but the American Library Association kicks off its Banned Books Week on Saturday with a special effort to raise awareness of attacks on gay- and lesbian-themed books, like three on this year's 10 Most Banned ... The voices and stories of gays and lesbians cannot be silenced in our culture or on our bookshelves.
One, I have a wonderful publisher, Black Sparrow Press; as long as they exist, they will keep me in print. And they claim they sell very respectable numbers of my books, so I guess, and it's true, every place I go, my books are in libraries and on bookshelves.
It was the inside, however, that really sold him on the place. The huge casement windows flooded each gumwood-trimmed, stucco-walled room with light. And the upstairs library clinched it for him, with its built-in bookshelves and brick-and-stucco fireplace. I just went, 'Oh my God. ... I have to have this,' ... I certainly got enough bang for my buck.
You don't have these perfectly transparent, simple thoughts. You have thoughts that are all cluttered up, like overused bookshelves.
I flatter myself a terribly liberal New York playwright, but his prose floored me because it was so extreme, ... I found myself asking, 'Wow, does this have any value Does this merit a place on bookshelves' And I thought, if he could unnerve me so complet
We need all those wonderful books people have on their bookshelves and are willing to part with.
Even in life Sinclair Lewis was fully alive only in his writing. He lives in public libraries from Maine to California, in worn copies in the bookshelves of women from small towns who, in their girlhood, imagined themselves as Carol Kennicotts. . .