here George Eliot had progressed through the bookshelves. Roland saw her black silk skirts, her velvet trains, sweeping compressed between the Fathers of the Church, and heard her firm foot ring on...

found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?

"And Charlotte!" said Mrs. Shields in tones of disgust. "Who even knew there was a town called Charlotte?"

Her face. And she smiling. For a moment, just that moment, you would have thought it was May morning.

There had never been such roses as those that bloomed that summer. They clambered everywhere and dripped as if perspiring the heaviest most intoxicating perfume, which seemed to make the very masonry...

Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straight way had been lost.

They yearn for what they fear for.

For six months, then, Emma, at fifteen years of age, made her hands dirty with books from old lending libraries.

All afternoon, I read. I fall asleep once as well, no disrespect to the writers.

Books and words not only began to have some meaning, but they meant everything.

She soon says, You're my best friend, Ed. I know. You can kill a man with those words.

A voracious reader with a large memory for what she read

The book was in her lap; she had read no further. The power to change one's life comes from a paragraph, a lone remark. The lines that penetrate us are slender, like the flukes that live in river...

It was some personal friend of the landlord's, who had no wish to meddle in his evening's business, and would not show himself even to the landlord's wife.

Someday, somehow, I would repay my cousin Rachel.

Barbara Shanahan, sometimes known as Battering Ram Shanahan. She was over six feet tall and had freckles and wore her light red hair cut short and wore a blue suit with white hose. She worked hard and...

Ashley watched her go and saw her square her small shoulders as she went. And that gesture went to his heart, more than any words she had spoken.

A misunderstanding? With an anvil? Oh, stop, I think he looks very dashing. As if he dashed into an anvil.

Vaughn nodded. Lije steadied himself and looked into the woods. Never could abide no roof. Ours ain't the best, Vaughn said. Leaks come spring. Lije pointed at Venus faint above the distant ridge. The...

Abandon all patience, ye who enter beyond this door.

See Monsieur Geborand, buying a pennyworth of paradise.

And one more thing. About my name - Artemis - you were right. In London, it is generally a female name, after the Greek goddess of archery. But every now and then a male comes along with such a talent...

- I do... - Raskolnikov reluctantly and sternly said. - What are you doing? - Work... - What kind of work? - Thinking, - he replied seriously after a pause.

The Brothers Karamazov is a joyful book.

The whole article, quite a long and verbose one, was written with the sole purpose of self - display. One could simply read it between the lines: "Pay attention to me, look at how I was in those...

I am an inveterate buffoon, and been from birth up, your reverence, it's as though it were a craze in me. I dare say it's a devil within me. But only a little one. A more serious one would have chosen...

The more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.

LEWIS CARROLL'S CIPHER

I'd write of people and places like I knew, and I'd make my characters talk everyday English; and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual quiet way without much fuss over the fact. If I had to have...

It wouldn't do to have all our dreams fulfilled. We would be as good as dead if we had nothing left to dream about.