Harriet, to hide her excitement, had turned to the bookshelves in the corner between the windows and the fireplace. The books, untidily arranged, some standing, some piled on their sides, with newspapers and magazines wedged among them, confused her. There were no sets and a great many were paper-backed. She saw friends - Mr. Dickens was present – and nodding acquaintances - Laurence Sterne, for instance, and Theodore Dreiser – but they were among strangers: Henry Miller, Norman Douglas, Saki, Ronald Firbank, strangers all. Jack Iams
Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading one of his deep and continuing needs, is good for him.
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Maya Angelou
Libraries store the energy that fuels the imagination. They open up windows to the world and inspire us to explore and achieve, and contribute to improving our quality of life. Libraries change lives for the better.
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Sidney Sheldon
Harry – I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to the library! ” And she sprinted away, up the stairs. does she understand?” said Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from.“ Loads more than I...
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J.k. Rowling
She'd absolutely adored the library_an entire building where anyone could take things they didn't own and feel no remorse about it.
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Ally Carter
A library is like an island in the middle of a vast sea of ignorance, particularly if the library is very tall and the surrounding area has been flooded.
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Daniel Handler
More Quotes By Jack Iams
There’s an enormous propaganda machine in this world, ' Peter said, 'that tries to make people think love – real, earthy, sweaty love – is wrong. But how in the hell they expect to propagate the race that way is beyond me.
Life has always seemed to me like a restaurant, ' said Peter. 'When you’re born, you come in and sit down..'' Oh, my God, ' said Brenda.'..and they show you the menu, ' went on Peter, frowning at Brenda. 'And it’s a swell menu. It’s...
Going through the customs dampened them further. Customs inspectors must have a mental twist that makes them suspicious of innocence. Dewy-eyed honeymooners, red-cheeked provincials, and helpless little old ladies lash them into frenzied investigation while slinking Orientals hugging small black bags are passed with scarcely...
I wouldn’t have gone if he’d made me. But it was different, deciding myself. It made staying too easy. It took the...the rebelliousness out of it.' Peter nodded. 'It’s easy to take the opposite path from the one you’re directed to, ' he said. 'It’s...
Harriet, to hide her excitement, had turned to the bookshelves in the corner between the windows and the fireplace. The books, untidily arranged, some standing, some piled on their sides, with newspapers and magazines wedged among them, confused her. There were no sets and a...
