Shout for libraries. Shout for the young readers who use them.
The retreat and disappearance of glaciers—there are only 160,000 left—means we're burning libraries and damaging the planet, possibly beyond repair. Bit by bit, glacier by glacier, rib by rib, we're living the Fall.
When I discovered libraries, it was like having Christmas every day.
Poor people have big TV's. Rich people have big libraries.
I care about a lot of issues. I care about libraries, I care about healthcare, I care about homelessness and unemployment. I care about net neutrality and the steady erosion of our liberties both online and off. I care about the richpoor divide and the rise of corporate business.
. . . bums on the outside, libraries inside.
No libraries, no progress.
I grew up on second hand bookshops and libraries.
Libraries are the latest fashion for the brain.
Libraries are as the shrine where all the relics of the ancient saints, full of true virtue, and that without delusion or imposture, are preserved and reposed.
invaders always destroy libraries.
Many years ago, when I was just about as complete a failure as one can become, I began to spend a good deal of time in libraries, looking for some answers. I found all the answers I needed in that golden vein of ore that every library has.
I see libraries and librarians as frontline soldiers in the war against illiteracy and the lack of imagination.
Libraries change lives. They are the soul of a people.
Many useful and valuable books lie buried in shops and libraries, unknown and unexamined, unless some lucky compiler opens them by chance, and finds an easy spoil of wit and learning.