if authors were to let a trifling thing like ignorance stop them from writing, the bookshops would be empty.

I often wonder what I'd do if there weren't any books in the world.

The beauty of being a bookseller is that you don't have to be a literary critic: all you have to do to books is enjoy them.

It was easier for me to think of a world without a creator than of a creator burdened with all the contradictions in the world.

Just the omission of Jane Austen's books alone would make a fairly good library out of a library that hadn't a book in it.

To find the best authors,” he boasted, “is like being able to tell good wine without the labels.

When I lost the use of my Eyes it was a comfort to think there were so few real books that I could easily find some one to read me all of them.

Without books, I would certainly die.

I had written all I was going to write, if the truth had been known, and there is nothing wrong with that. If more writers knew that, the world would be saved a lot of bad books, and more people — men and women alike — could go on to happier, more productive lives.

If if's and and's were pots and pans, there'd be no need for tinkers.

The whole world's writing novels, but nobody's reading them. We need readers. More readers. Fewer writers.

A life without books is unlivable

Reducing your expenses is so much easier than increasing your income.

All these books and all the less time.