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Seeing one's books on the shelf tells you so much about the way somebody has, over the years, put together their private library, which is a reflection of their minds and their selves.
My apartment is basically a couch, an armchair, and about four thousand books.
I dusted my books off, placing each one - sorted alphabetically and by genre - on the shelves Dad installed. What some people might call "anal," I'd call efficient. What good was it to have a book if you couldn't find it when you wanted it?
When I think about books, I touch my shelf.
It has always seemed to me that books are the supreme decorations of a room
I see the beatitudes of books displayed on a bookshelf.
Books are the heart of any home, and I spend hours going through books for design inspiration.
A self without a shelf remains cryptic; a home without books naked.
And several bulging bookshelves which I really will organize one day.
One day, when I own a house, I'll keep a library full of books. Books are different from other possessions-they're more like friends.
It had three or four book-cases, all of them very full, and a rack of wands, with newspapers and magazines hung out upon them like dripping laundry.
Me and my books, in the same apartment: like a gherkin in its vinegar.
In this time of the Internet and nonfiction, to be on an actual bookshelf in an actual bookstore is exciting in itself.
My home is where my books are.
In a library, no empty shelf remains empty for long.
Books lay on the floor in literary dunes.
In my library/study/barn, there is a Ping-Pong table on which I can pile working books and spread maps.
When life throws a wrench in your plans, catch it and build an IKEA bookshelf.
I don't really have a domestic inclination. Even my apartment has a semblance of a storage facility. It's just stacks, there are no bookshelves, just books and piles of stamp collections and weird little sewing and knitting projects.
I have three libraries. As a gift, a friend alphabetized and organized my main library of novels, history books, and nonfiction. Then I have a photo-book collection. Then there's this nearly whole room of my childhood books. I've also got cookbooks and a big collection of horse-related books.
Digital texts are all well and good, but books on shelves are a presence in your life. As such, they become a part of your day-to-day existence, reminding you, chastising you, calling to you. Plus, book collecting is, hands down, the greatest pastime in the world.
If nothing else, a house is a place to keep books in.
side-by-side with books
A bookshelf is a biography written by others.
Our house was a temple to The Book. We owned thousands, nay millions of books. They lined the walls, filled the cupboards, and turned the floor into a maze far more complex than Hampton Court's. Books ruled out lives. They were our demi-gods.
Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.
It was also a room full of books and made of books. There was no actual furniture; this is to say, the desk and chairs were shaped out of books. It looked as though many of them were frequently referred to, because they lay open with other books used as bookmarks.
Every library answers a twofold need, which is often also a twofold obsession: that of conserving certain objects (books) and that of organizing them in certain ways
When I walk into an apartment with books on the shelves, books on the bedside tables, books on the floor, and books on the toilet tank, then I know what I would see if I opened the door that says Private - grownups keep out: a children sprawled on the bed, reading.
Behind every writer stands a very large bookshelf.
The treasures in my house are books.
Books are many things: lullabies for the weary, ointment for the wounded, armour for the fearful and nests for those in need of a home.
This is a place built to store books, by people who wanted to preserve books, and used by people who want to read those books. I am not alone.
To stand in a great bookshop crammed with books so new that their pages almost stick together, and the gilt on their backs is still fresh, has an excitement no less delightful than the old excitement of the second-hand bookstall.
Let your bookcases and your shelves be your gardens and your pleasure-grounds. Pluck the fruit that grows therein, gather the roses, the spices, and the myrrh.
Floor: the world's biggest shelf.
A civilization without retail bookstores is unimaginable. Like shrines and other sacred meeting places, bookstores are essential artifacts of human nature. The feel of a book taken from the shelf and held in the hand is a magical experience, linking writer to reader.
I enjoy books. No room is fit for occupation without a lining of books.
What's the point of a houseful of books you've already read?
As movers and the moved both know, books are heavy freight, the weight of refrigerators and sofas broken up into cardboard boxes. They make us think twice about changing addresses.
There are not enough books here. The sight of the bare shelves shames me. What have I done?
Although I was always a keen library user, buying books was a different order of bliss, because I would get to live with these ones.
(A Chat with Emma Donoghue)
I'm getting tempted to visit the Bookhouse myself. No telling what else you'd find on those shelves.
Books had become a symbol of trust and libraries places of peace and stability. In all the chaos of the world that counted people as different levels of worthy, the Library served all equally. All genders, races, levels of ability. It was the one place they could all be safe, p195
A wall of books is a wall of windows.
Books aren't for decoration, they are to improve the design of one's interior.
I have so many books on my shelves that I can now start a war with some country and have supplies for years to come throwing books at its citizens!
At the end of the warehouse was a dais constructed from pallets of books: stack of vampire novels, walls of James Patterson thrillers, and a throne from about a thousand copies of something called The Five Habits of Highly Aggressive Women.
The house was a vast labyrinth of books. Volumes were stacked from floor to ceiling on every wall, dark, crackling, redolent of leather bindings, smooth to the touch, with their gold titles and translucent gilt-edged pages and delicate typography.
All bookshelves are magical.
I always try to avoid looking at the section where my books would be shelved, but I do know that my most reliable neighbor to the right is Kate Chopin's 'The Awakening', which is dispiriting. That's a book I don't want to re-read.
Does a bibliophile ever have enough room on his shelves? The answer is obvious: get more shelves.
A library - a place full of books! Imagine!" Ivy couldn't imagine a place closer to heaven. Think of all the books you could read!
After all, is a gentleman's library of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves anything more than a vanity?
To a book collector, you see, the true freedom of all books is somewhere on his shelves.
On the shelves along the wall my stacks. Jumbled and worn. Pagers curled and stained. Spines creased and cracked.
Waiting rooms were made for books - of course!
I prefer the skyline
of a shelf of books.
Books: the one thing the librarians cared about more than the rules.
Photos sat on the piano and shelves bulged with books, testament to a life well lived.
I could decorate a whole city with books!
The worst part about her new chambers was that all these wardrobes and vanities and drapes meant there was no space--none at all--for a bookcase. Who on earth could feel comfortable enough to sleep in a room with no books?
and everywhere books, books, books,
A modern librarian, who has faith in the law that 'BOOKS ARE FOR USE,' is happy only when his readers make his shelves constantly empty. It is not the books that go out that worry him. It is the stay-at-home volumes that perplex and depress him.
At home I've got 1,500 cook books and the spines have all gone, the pages are all torn - it's chaos.
Books inviting us to read, on the bookshelves stand.
Piers for bridges that will lead, into Fairyland
I dream of a house full of books.
I grew up in a house full of books, and we belonged to the Country Lending Service - each month the State Library would send us a parcel of books by train.
I collect books - a lot of books.
and all of the books are behind metal grates, protected like the precious objects they are.
There are some places you love with your heart, and there are some places that you love with your mind- the places that you love with both are called 'libraries'
old books -- little tombstones of ideas and history
When I visit a new bookstore, I demand cleanliness, computer monitors, and rigorous alphabetization. When I visit a secondhand bookstore, I prefer indifferent housekeeping, sleeping cats, and sufficient organizational chaos ...
What if there was a library which held every book? Not every book on sale, or every important book, or even every book in English, but simply every book - a key part of our planet's cultural legacy.
A bookcase is as good as a view, as much of a panorama as the sight of a city or a river. There are dawns and sunsets in books - storms and zephyrs.
When I was growing up, my house was filled with books. My mother was an educator, and my father was a history buff, so our home was a virtual library, covering every author from Beverly Cleary to James Michener.
Books which are no books.
Blessed books - they're a place to be alone, and no one else can come in.
My books are likely to contain food stains and rings from my tea cups. A book is to be lived with and used.
Books enveloped the room floor to ceiling like wallpaper.
And all the shelves rising up around her like book-lined walls of a fortress, safe in here, always safe in here from the world, guarded by books and all the secrets inside them, all the things hardly anyone else will ever care to learn.
Even in houses commonly held to be 'booky' one finds, nine times out of ten, not a library but a book-dump.
Never can a room look comfortable without books ... Books ought to be scattered all over the house, even in the passages, in the bedroom, les livres du chevet, everywhere.
a place to throw down a blanket and read a book.
I do like having books on my shelves. I do value that life.
Dedication: For librarians and booksellers everywhere, who gather books and build shelters for tender souls.
Books are really places, make no mistake about that.
Fill your house with stacks of books, in all the crannies and all the nooks.
There are few things more calming than a quiet room full of books.
Bookstores, like libraries, are the physical manifestation of the wide world's longest, most thrilling conversation.
Our house has a library - it seemed better use of the space than as a dining room! - and I try to spend as much time in there as possible. There's nothing better while reading or writing than to be surrounded by books.
Library is a beautiful old thing
Libraries are zoos for books.
It has long been my belief that everyone's library contains an Odd Shelf. On this shelf rests a small, mysterious corpus of volumes whose subject matter is completely unrelated to the rest of the library, yet which, upon closer inspection, reveals a good deal about its owner.
Books, in the plural lose their solidity of substance and become a gas, filling all available space.
The bookshelf in my heart holds many titles. So can yours.
I long ago ran out of bookshelf space and so, like a museum with its art, simply rotate my books from the boxes to the shelves and back again.
A book store is a treasure chest. Every time you walk in one, you strike gold.
It's remarkable that a device, which fits in your pocket, can hold thousands of books. But a room full of books is an entirely different kind of remarkable.
A library filled with thousands of books waiting for a thirsty kid like me to gulp them down.