Bliss is the ocean, a towel on the sand, the sun out, the chance to swim in waves or walk dragging a stick behind you, a good book, a cold drink.

In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.

You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.

A good book is a good book. End of story.

We always find something good out of the book.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.