A good novel rushes you forward like askiff down a stream, and you arrive at the end, perhaps breathless, butunexhausted.

Does there, I wonder, exist a being who has read all, or approximately all, that the person of average culture is supposed to have read, and that not to have read is a social sin? If such a being does exist, surely he is an old, a very old man.

As a rule people don't collect books; they let books collect themselves.

I don't read my reviews, I measure them.