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“There's nothing like a printed book; the weight, the woody scent, the feel, the look.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri

“Books might be your passion but you can’t fuck a paperback.”
― Alexandra Potter, Me and Mr. Darcy

“Fanfiction belongs online, books are published to be held.”
― Sky Diamond

“Life's a book filled on pages
Just awaiting to be written.
Some don't open it for ages,
Maybe afraid of being bitten.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, How to Make a Book

“Technically, you cannot really own a book you bought; you can only own the sheets of paper your copy is printed on; unless, of course, you are the book’s publisher.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Selfish Genie: A Satirical Essay on Altruism

“And long gone are the days when a paperback meant a Penguin, pure and simple, let alone when a paperback publisher could confidently market a product with no image at all on the cover - just the title and the author's name, emphatically lettered. Beautiful.”
― Penelope Lively, Dancing Fish and Ammonites: A Memoir

“Per anni ho vissuto tra persone per le quali non contavo nulla. Ero la signorina Nessuno. Qui dentro sono la ragazza più potente. Per i miei clienti sono l’unica alla quale possano pensare. Non provo vergogna nel desiderare di essere in primo piano, né di stringere tra le unghie il mio momento di gloria sotto i riflettori.”
― Giovanna Roma, Adam

“I was getting ready for school when I heard mom says, “What happened to the plants?â€�
“What happened to them?!� asked Dad.
“Someone missed with all the herbs!� replied Mom.
So, I head to our new planted pots, and I saw what I would never want to see. Out plants were smashed, and the soil has been dug.
It was a total mess.”
― Noora Ahmed Alsuwaidi, My Garden Visitor

“Hello everyone, I am Majid. I am a seven years old boy with many hobbies.
I like to draw.
I like to read books.
I like to play video games.
However, most of all, I like to take care of my home garden with my mother.”
― Noora Ahmed Alsuwaidi, My Garden Visitor

“A lustrous Diana of the Woods,
Dark and dangerous by moonlight.
A goddess of cheap paperbacks
Devoured on lazy Sunday afternoons”
― Valentin Per Lind, Corvix: Poems of Love, Sex and Death

“On the fifth night, upon the eighth hour, as the fires burned, Abbo was stricken ill by St. Anthony’s Fire. I assumed it was the rye bread he’d eaten as I had eaten the cornbread. I recall telling Abbo to try the cornbread instead, but he never tried rye, and his heart was set on it. I should’ve known better when the merchant smiled, the man never smiles. I think he meant to hurt Abbo...”
― Marilyn Velez, Tundra: The Darkest Hour

“The light of the evenfall had dwindled, bringing a knot of smoke over the blacksmith’s shop, and from one point to the next, a streak of colors lined the horizon like time’s old hand, reminding one of a Geiger tree. To the wandering eye, the eve would’ve seemed perfect except for the wall of cries that drowned its beauty.”
― Marilyn Velez, Tundra: The Darkest Hour

“For those of us who like to dog-ear a page: the paperbackâ€�”
― Nanette L. Avery