“My library is an archive of longings.”

“The place was part museum, part library, and part archive; I loved it at first sight…and smell, for here there were thousands of printed books, many very old indeed, and nothing smells quite as wonderful as old books.”

“In a library, no empty shelf remains empty for long.”

“For a language is really alive only as long as there is someone to speak it to. When you are the only one left, your knowledge of your language is like a repository, or archive, of your people’s spoken linguistic past. If the language has never been written down, or recorded on tape—and there are still many which have not—it is all there is. But, unlike the normal idea of an archive, which continues to exist long after the archivist is dead, the moment the last speaker of an unwritten or unrecorded language dies, the archive disappears for ever. When a language dies which has never been recorded in some way, it is as if it has never been.”

“My library is filled with UN condemnations.”

“We longed to be in the middle of some neophyte gaze of some library entity, of someone rediscovering paper.”

“My alma mater is the Chicago Public Library.”

“Papers relating to O'Donovan Rossa and the Fenians are housed in the Archives of The Catholic University of America, American Catholic History Research Center and University Archives, Washington, D. C.”

“Language is the archives of history … Language is fossil poetry.”

“In my world there would be as many public libraries as there are Starbucks.”