People don't talk about anything... No, not anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and say how swell! But they all say… - Ray Bradbury

I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings, turned the chapters with my tongue! Books by the dozen, the score and the billion. I carried so many home I was hunchbacked for years. Philosophy, art history, politics, social science, the poem, the essay, the grandiose play, you name 'em, I ate 'em.

A book has got smell. A new book smells great. An old book smells even better. An old book smells like ancient Egypt.

Self-consciousness is the enemy of all art, be it acting, writing, painting, or living itself, which is the greatest art of all.