The books that influence the world are those that it has not read.

There are some books which cannot be adequately reviewed for twenty or thirty years after they come out.

The shelves of books we haven't written, like those of books we haven't read, stretches out into the darkness of the universal library's farthest space. We are always at the beginning of the beginning of the letter A.

The only books I recognize as mine are those I must still write.

The great inconvenience of new books is that they prevent us from reading the old ones.

The worst thing about new books is that they keep us from reading the old ones.

That's why I call this place the Haunted Bookshop. Haunted by the ghosts of the books I haven't read.

Ah, Fist, it’s the curse of history that those who should read them, never do.

The oldest works now available in Dravidian were written long after their contact with Aryan culture and can afford no clear guidance to the pre- Aryan state of Dravidian culture.

Old books, as you well know, are books of the world's youth, and new books are fruits of its age. How many of all these ancient folios round me are like so many old cupels? The gold has passed out of these long ago, but their pores are full of the dross with which it was mingled.

The books that everybody admires are those that nobody reads.

A book is not completed till it's read.

A book is never finished; it's abandoned.

In the shop window you have promptly identified the cover with the title you were looking for. Following this visual trail, you have forced your way through the shop past the thick barricade of Books You Haven't Read, which were frowning at you from the tables and shelves, trying to cow you. But you know you must never allow yourself to be awed, that among them there extend for acres and acres the Books You Needn't Read, the Books Made For Purposes Other Than Reading, Books Read Even Before You Open Them Since They Belong To The Category Of Books Read Before Being Written. And thus you pass the outer girdle of ramparts, but then you are attacked by the infantry of the Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered. With a rapid maneuver you bypass them and move into the phalanxes of the Books You Mean To Read But There Are Others You Must Read First, the Books Too Expensive Now And You'll Wait Till They're Remaindered, the Books ditto When They Come Out In Paperback, Books You Can Borrow From Somebody, Books That Everybody's Read So It's As If You Had Read Them, Too. Eluding these assaults, you come up beneath the towers of the fortress, where other troops are holding out: