And as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen

Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation and a nam

“For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.”

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.

“One false word, one extra word, and somebody's thinking about how they have to buy paper towels at the store.”