You'll never find a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.

Well, I can't really shop everywhere because everything isn't tall-girl friendly.

(Sylvia) There’s not enough coffee in the whole world to turn me into a functional human being.

I guess there are never enough books.

You can't eat books, sweetheart.

When you look like I do, it's hard to get a table for one at Chuck E Cheese.

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.

Libraries can in general be too narrow or too wide for the soul.

Perhaps love cannot live anywhere but books.

You can never get enough of what you don't need, because what you don't need won't satisfy you.

She told me that she did not like the idea of your being in that house all by yourself, and that she thought you took too much strong tea. In fact she wants me to advise you if possible to give up the tea and the very late hours.

People are not finding potable water and you're bringing me juice? No.

Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all the interesting people I have not met.

The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.