“It's important to read a book, but also to hold the book, to smell the book… it's perfume, it's incense, it's the dust of Egypt…”

“Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.”

“.. holding a book but reading the empty spaces.”

“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.”

“The book that I shall make people read is the book of the heart, which holds the key to the mystery of life.”

“There is no future for e-books, because they are not books. E-books smell like burned fuel.”

“She loved the smell of books, the feel of books, the look of them on the shelf.”

“I do not read a book; I hold a conversation with the author.”

“It's in being read that a book becomes a book, and in each of a million different readings a book become one of a million different books…”

“The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and started to read, pronouncing the words in a reverent whisper.”