DELPHI/HERMIONE: What have you done? SCORPIUS/HARRY: I, uh, I opened a book. Something which has - in all my years on this planet - never been a particularly dangerous activity. The

Professor Dumbledore. Can I ask you something? Obviously, you've just done so, Dumbledore smiled. You may ask me one more thing, however. What do you see when you look in the mirror? I? I see myself...

There is nothing so unsatisfactory as an ending with loose ends, this modern tendency to leave books incomplete.

I thought I heard you—one of you—saying it was a pity—a pity I never had any children … eh? … But I have, you know … I have …

And I dream that someday you will return to Kabul to revisit the land of our childhood. If you do, you will find an old faithful friend waiting for you.

I owe everything I am and everything I will ever be to books.

Oedipa sat on the earth, ass getting cold, wondering whether, as Driblette had suggested that night from the shower, some version of herself hadn't vanished with him. Perhaps her mind would go on...

They made a list of a hundred books to test their system. Symbolism not lost on the librarian, nor on the bestselling author, they pulled Fahrenheit 451 first. The Call of the Wild, The Catcher in the...

"... I hid myself between two leaves of sorrel, and there discharged the necessities of nature."

We think that tomorrow, unless we surrender, they may drop the moon on us. "You're joking." "Wish I was."

We are lost, lost,' said Gollum. 'No name, no business, no Precious, nothing. Only empty. Only hungry; yes, we are hungry. A few little fishes, nasty bony little fishes, for a poor creature, and they...

Do I not say truly, Gandalf,' said Aragorn at last, 'that you could go whithersoever you wished quicker than I? And this I also say: you are our captain and our banner. The Dark Lord has Nine. But we...

But you speak of Master Gandalf, as if he was in a story that had come to an end. 'Yes, we do,' said Pippin sadly. 'The story seems to be going on, but I am afraid Gandalf has fallen out of it.

No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.

I come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths led. And through the air, I am he that walks unseen. I am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was chosen...

He had a sort of dry musty smell, like a fairly clean Chinaman.

She approached me with enough sex appeal to stampede a businessmen's lunch

There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights...

The plays he had liked were the one called Measure for Measure, and another one called Macbeth. They were easy to follow, and what happened in them was kind of like what happened in junior high...

Writing a novel—actually picking the words and filling in paragraphs—is a tremendous pain in the ass. Now that TV's so good and the Internet is an endless forest of distraction, it's damn near...

The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that...

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

South Holding, was the acknowledged leader of the Twenty-ninth Cave, but Summer Camp and

Then she said good night and headed to her room.

Is there a better method of departure by night than this quiet bon voyage with an open book, the sole companion who has come to see you off, to wave you into the dark waters beyond language?

I can hear the library humming in the night, a choir of authors murmuring inside their books along the unlit, alphabetical shelves, Giovanni Pontano next to Pope, Dumas next to his son, each one...

Their eyes were dark and hard and glowing, with no fear in them, no kindness and no guilt.

Romeo: There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, doing more murders in this loathsome world, than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none....

It was my fifth lie to the police. I was just starting.

Amy's basically exploiting the sociopath's most reliable maxim. The bigger the lie, the more they believe it.