Coffined thoughts around me, in mummy cases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a bird god, moony crowned. And I heard the voice of that Egyptian high priest. In painted chambers loaded with tile books. They are still. Once quick in the brains of men. Still: but an itch of death is in them, to tell me in my ear a maudlin tale, urge me to wreak their will.
James Joyce, Ulysses

A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.
Madeleine L'Engle

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.
Anne Rice, Blackwood Farm

The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Fly, Ludovico Einaudi

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