"She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live."

"She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live. She read books as one would breathe ether, to sink in and die."

"It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale."

"Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them."

"So it is that a writer writes many books. In each book, he intended several urgent and vivid points, many of which he sacrificed as the book's form hardened."

"Private life, book life, took place where words met imagination without passing through the world."

"It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale. So many things have been shown so to me on these banks, so much light has illumined me by reflection here where the water comes down, that I can hardly believe that this grace never flags, that the pouring from ever-renewable sources is endless, impartial, and free."