“As the words of my book, The Bloodless Revolution, accumulated, I envisaged a parallel growth: the stack of pages they would have to be printed on, thousands of times over; every page representing a slice of forest, a belch of fumes and a squirt of toxic ink.”

“Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.”

“Success is a finished book, a stack of pages each of which is filled with words. If you reach that point, you have won a victory over yourself no less impressive than sailing single-handed around the world.”

“Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors
Rave on words on printed page.”

“I crawled into my book and pulled the pages over my head…”

“She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.”

“Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die.”

“Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.”

“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible”

“Tormented by the cursed ambition always to put a whole book in a page, a whole page in a sentence, and this sentence in a word. I am speaking of myself.”