“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.”

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

“She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.”

“A computer does not smell… if a book is new, it smells great. If a book is old, it smells even better… And it stays with you forever. But the computer doesn’t do that for you. I’m sorry.”

“opening the book, i inhaled. the smell of old books, so sharp, so dry you can taste it.”

“And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?”

“I even love the smell of books.”

“Old books exert a strange fascination for me -- their smell, their feel, their history; wondering who might have owned them, how they lived, what they felt.”

“Book lovers will understand me,
and they will know too that part of the pleasure
of a library lies in its very existence.”

“I love the smell of book ink in the morning.”