6 Quotes About Bibliophilium

If you like books, and if you like quotes, then these bibliophilia quotes are for you. The word “bibliophilia” is Greek for “love of books”. This paper-and-ink love has been around as long as writing has, and the book is still the most important form of media in the modern age. Click through to learn more about this love and the writers who have inspired it.

There is no mistaking a real book when one meets...
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There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love. Christopher Morley
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We stopped to browse in the cases, and now that William - with his new glasses on his nose - could linger and read the books, at every title he discovered he let out exclamations of happiness, either because he knew the work, or because he had been seeking it for a long time, or finally because he had never heard it mentioned and was highly excited and titillated. In short, for him every book was like a fabulous animal that he was meeting in a strange land. Umberto Eco
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BERNARD. (To DONALD.) Donald, read any new libraries lately? D O N A L D. One or three. I did the complete works of Doris Lessing this week. I've been depressed.[.]BERNARD. Some people eat, some people drink, and some take dope. D O N A L D. I read. M I C H A E L. And read and read and read. It's a wonder your eyes don't turn back in your head at the sight of a book jacket. H A N K. Well, at least he's a constructive escapist. Mart Crowley
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Books exist for me not as physical entities with pages and binding, but in the province of my mind. Sara Sheridan
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Earlier that day, a typewriter bomb had exploded at a black market skin house over on Eel Street, sending words raining through the cardboard walls of the boudoirs and tattooing copies of the Machinist’s ‘Twelve Terms’ on the bodies of whores and patrons alike. Forty pieces of merch ruined. Their bodies had been obliterated by language, all traces of their sexuality buried beneath a storm of words. There was something horrific about the sight of those who had survived a typewriter attack. Their faces scarred with text, as if they had become hostages to some awful advertisement. A few of the victims took to working the streets around the library where bibliophiles sometimes paid them to satisfy their fantasies amid the desolate hush of the reading rooms and the deserted stacks where the only witnesses to this erotic pantomime of the blank body and its printed partner were other words. Craig Padawer