All progress is precarious, and the solution of one problem brings us face to face with another problem.
Any writer, I suppose, feels that the world into which he was born is nothing less than a conspiracy against the cultivation of his talent.
Against my will, in the course of my travels, the belief that everything worth knowing was known at Cambridge gradually wore off. In this respect my travels were very useful to me.
A writer is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to us the inner workings of his very soul.
It is a rare privilege to watch the birth, growth, and first feeble struggles of a living mind; this privilege is mine.
Books ARE a form of political action. Books are knowledge. Books are reflection. Books change your mind.
The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory.
