What I say is, a town isn't a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it's got a bookstore it knows it's not fooling a soul.
It is clear that the books owned the shop rather than the other way about. Everywhere they had run wild and taken possession of their habitat, breeding and multiplying, and clearly lacking any strong hand to keep them down.
Standing there, staring at the long shelves crammed with books, I felt myself relax and was suddenly at peace.
I love walking into a bookstore. It's like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.
In a second-hand bookshop head to the back, find the old books with dust undisturbed and worn off covers for these clothe true treasures.
My asshole smells like a bookstore. So, are you a big reader??
I just love the smell of an old book store and the feel of the crisp pages along my fingertips.
Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.
There is nothing like the smell of a bookstore. If you ask me, it's actually a combination of smells: part library, part new book, and part expectation for what you might find.
A good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.
I despair of ever getting it through anybody's head I am not interested in bookshops, I am interested in what's written in the books. I don't browse in bookshops, I browse in libraries, where you can take a book home and read it, and if you like it you go to a bookshop and buy it.
Don't die a pauper, don't die a commoner and a weakling.
There are occupational hazards to being a god. Diane Duanne