All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

We live for books.

[I] read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.

I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as to know the supply of poppy and mandragora will not run out before the small hours.

I know some who are constantly drunk on books as other men are drunk on whiskey.