Smell Of Books Quotes

#1. She took a deep breath, inhaling the musty smell of books. Truth be told, she thought the smell was kind of sexy. She'd had fantasies of having sex in a library. That was probably what happened when one spent those crucial hormone-filled years surrounded by books instead of boys.

Caroline Hanson

#2. I couldn't hear anything or anyone, there was only the sound of our sex and the smell of books.

Juliet Gauvin

#3. She loved the smell of books, the feel of books, the look of them on the shelf.

Barbara Michaels

#4. There is nothing like the smell of books, both new and old. If someone ever bottled the smell, I would be all over it .

Tiffany King

#5. I breathed in deeply, feeling immediately at ease. I loved the smell of books. I kept breathing in until I felt too light, like I was inhaling all the knowledge from the books and there was no place for the information to go.

Megan Miranda

#6. I still love the book-ness of books, the smell of books: I am a book fetishist - books to me are the coolest and sexiest and most wonderful things there are.

Neil Gaiman

#7. Books for me were what the ocean is to the fearless explorer-deep and mysterious, boundless and soothing. I loved the smell of books, the feel of their weight in my hands, the rustle of the pages as I turned them, the magnificent illustrations on the covers that promised hidden treasures within.

Steve Pemberton

#8. I've got a vendetta to destroy the Net, to make everyone go to the library. I love the organic thing of pen and paper, ink on canvas. I love going down to the library, the feel and smell of books.

Joseph Fiennes

#9. I love book books, real books, books with spines and heart, dust jackets, books that smell of books. Take the frame from a painting and you have a painting, not art. Take the pages from a book and print them on a screen and you have the ghost of a book. Not a book.

Chloe Thurlow

#10. There was something about the smell of books, the ink-and-paper-and-leather scent, the way dust in a library seemed to behave differently from the dust in any other room
it was golden in the light of the witchlight tapers, setting like pollen across the polished surfaces of long tables.

Cassandra Clare

#11. I even love the smell of books.

Adriana Trigiani

#12. The book felt wonderful in my hands. I held it up to my nose and drank in its aroma. I think I'm addicted to the smell of books. It's as comforting to me as Christmas.

Syrie James

#13. I head off to the back of the store where there are racks and racks of records. As I flick through them and breath in the smell, I smile. It's almost as good a the smell of books. Almost but no quite.

Zoe Sugg

#14. If people say they just love the smell of books, I always want to pull them aside and ask; To be clear, do you know how reading works?

Unknown

#15. There are plenty of people who, you know - people who still like the smell of books.

Robin Sloan

#16. The smell of books soothed his soul like nothing else could. The store was his haven, his refuge, and most importantly, it was safe. Here he could go anywhere in the world, explore the seas, scale mountains, travel through time and space or fall in love.

Sheri Lyn

#17. If peace had a smell,it would be the smell of a library full of old, leather-bound books.

Mark Pryor

#18. Books smell and feel better. They have that wonderful thingness of turning the pages.

Neil Gaiman

#19. The wooden shelves were tall and packed with worn covers of books read many times over. Pages were yellowed and paperbacks had arched spines like old sway-backed horses. It was an old folks' home for secondhand books, with that smell of old newsprint and slightly musty wood smell.

Nathan Fillion

#20. Books smell. Musty and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer, it has no texture, no context. It's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, then the getting of knowledge should be tangible, it should be ... smelly.

Rupert Giles

#21. The best horror novels open up, It was beautiful summer day and the smell of flowers emanated throughout the air.

Justin Alcala

#22. The library would've cheered me up, most days. I loved the heavy oaken tables, the high walls stacked with books to the ceiling, the musty smell of old pages and the heavy brass fixtures that had gone dark with age and wear.

Claudia Gray

#23. There was that special smell made up of paper, ink, and dust; the busy hush; the endless luxury of thousands of unread books. Best of all was the eager itch of anticipation as you went out the door with your arms loaded down with books.

Zilpha Keatley Snyder

#24. I just love the smell of an old book store and the feel of the crisp pages along my fingertips.

Leah Spiegel

#25. I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. That's right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that's kind of perverted or maybe it's just romantic and highly intelligent.

Sherman Alexie

#26. She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.

Joe Hill

#27. He found himself in a room not unlike the shop. All books again, packed tight on shelves or laying in piles on every surface. It was a cozy room, for all that ; it smelled of warm, rich words and very deep thoughts.

Jenny Nimmo

#28. So there you have it, a lifetime of first smelling the books, they all smell wonderful, reading the books, loving the books, and remembering the books.

Ray Bradbury

#29. I love books. I'm giving some hard copies of the Sacerdos Mysteries book away because I think there's something so brilliant about them. The digitisation trend is the future but people will still want the feel and smell of real books.

Elizabeth Amisu

#30. I want it to smell of magnolias instead
of peanuts and I want my shoes to crunch on the same gravel that Lee's
boots crunched on. There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no
poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books,
houses
bound for dust
mortal

F Scott Fitzgerald

#31. There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like all the books are fighting against decay, against turning into dust, and at the same time fighting for attention.

Carrie Jones

#32. The fragrance of rain mixes with the smell of old books. It is heavenly - that combination of threat and safety.

Trudy Wallis

#33. They stopped next at a bookstore. "Oh, what a delicious smell of new books!" said Ellen, as they entered. "Mamma, if it wasn't for one thing, I should say I never was so happy in my life.

Susan Bogert Warner

#34. There was the smell of old books, a smell that has a way of making all libraries seem the same. Some say that smell is asbestos.

Scott Douglas

#35. She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.

Shannon Hale

#36. As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let myself be imbued with the smell, with the light that filtered through the cracks or from the glass lanterns embedded in the wooden structure, floating among mirrors and shadows.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#37. The only customers they'd get on a day like this were lunatics
well, lunatics and hopeless romantics with a fetish for the smell of dusty old books, which in their eyes probably amounted to the same thing.

Katherine Pine

#38. Books for general reading always smell badly. The odor of common people hangs about them.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#39. For a moment I was distracted. Books always did that to me ... I liked the creamy pages, the smell of ink, all the secrets locked inside.

Elizabeth C. Bunce

#40. Learning became her. She loved the smell of the book from the shelves, the type on the pages, the sense that the world was an infinite but knowable place. Every fact she learned seemed to open another question, and for every question there was another book.

Robert Goolrick

#41. The feel of them (books) and the smell of them. A bookshop was like an Aladdin's cave for me. Entire worlds and lives can be found just behind that glossy cover. All you had to do was look. Claire (Watermelon)

Marian Keyes

#42. When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages - a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.

Haruki Murakami

#43. In my opinion the best writer of historical novels. He makes you feel, smell, see every thing he describes in all his books. He doesn't only write, he makes you linked images in your mind with his words.

Edward Rutherfurd

#44. There were thousands of brown books in leather bindings, some chained to the book-shelves and others propped against each other as if they had had too much to drink and did not really trust themselves. These gave out a smell of must and solid brownness which was most secure.

T.H. White

#45. The room smelled of books, that subtle smell which to some is stuffy and to others intoxicating, and it was silent.

Ursula K. Le Guin

#46. I love the feel of a book. I love the touch and smell and sound of the pages. I love the handling. A book is a sensual thing. You sit in a chair with it or like me you take it to bed and it's, well, enveloping. Weird I am, I know(...)You either get it or you don't.

Niall Williams

#47. Can you smell it? The scent of new books. Unread adventures. Friends you haven't met yet, hours of magical escapism awaiting you.

Katarina Bivald

#48. I discovered news of old horrors in old books; read intelligence of old atrocities in old periodicals; always in the back of my mind, every day a bit louder, I heard the seashell drone of some growing, coalescing force; I seemed to smell the bitter ozone aroma of lightings-to-come.

Stephen King

#49. Do you know that books smell like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land? I loved to smell them when I was a boy. Lord, there were a lot of lovely books once, before we let them go.

Ray Bradbury

#50. My mom was there, in some form, in some sense, in some universe. My mom was still my mom, even if she only lived in books and door locks
and the smell of fried tomatoes and old paper.
She lived.

Kami Garcia

#51. Books for all the world are always foul-smelling books: the smell of small people clings to them.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#52. On the other side of the curtain, children were squabbling, a baby was crying, and there was the smell of rat-and-cabbage casserole. Someone was sharpening an axe. And someone else was snoring. For a dwarf in Ankh-Morpork, solitude was something that you had to cultivate on the inside. Books

Terry Pratchett

#53. Everything's digital now, but sometimes I'll buy a paperback if I love the book. I love the smell of them too. Like the first time you open them up, and they're fresh and new. Or old books,

Jay McLean

#54. A librarian remembers the particular scent of glue and dust, and if we're so lucky - and I was - the smell of parchment, a quiet tanginess, softer than wood pulp or cotton rag. We would bury ourselves in books until flesh and paper became one and ink and blood at last ran together.

Erika Swyler

#55. What is the most precious, the most exciting smell awaiting you in the house when you return to it after a dozen years or so? The smell of roses, you think? No, mouldering books.

Andrei Sinyavsky

#56. There is something about the aroma of fresh books that's totally intoxicating. A new book has a certain clean, crisp smell full of promise that is difficult to define. Sort of like the scent and feeling of just-washed bed linens at the moment you slide your legs between them.

Debra Ginsberg

#57. I love the smell of book ink in the morning.

Umberto Eco

#58. Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.

Colette

#59. The spirit of imagination smells exactly how the person inhaling it imagines it to smell.

S.A. Tawks

#60. We were the only customers downstairs in the shop and there were no windows and only two dim bulbs, without shades. There was a pleasant soporific smell, as though the books had stolen most of the air.

Ian McEwan

#61. And above all, you should not think of writing as a way of earning your living. If you do, your work will smell of your poverty. It will be colored by your weakness and be as thin as your hunger. There are other trades which you can take up: make boots, not books.

Marquis De Sade

#62. The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.

Patrick Rothfuss

#63. Opening the book, i inhaled. the smell of old books, so sharp, so dry you can taste it.

Diane Setterfield

#64. Once you read a classic, you will start loving even the smell of the books.

Aman Jassal

#65. I love the smell of old books, Mandy sighed, inhaling deeply with the book pressed against her face. The yellow pages smelled of wood and paper mills and mothballs.

Rebecca McNutt

#66. I'd open the door in the morning and the slightly sweet smell of second hand books would greet me. For years I wondered just what that smell was. In the end I decided it was the smell of human thought embedded in paper.

Heather Rose

#67. There's been a fragmentation of how the market functions, but I believe printed books are here to stay. People like the tactile experience, the smell of them; there's a great romance to them.

Jonathan Galassi

#68. Ereaders were a great convenience, but nothing could beat the smell of a library and old books.

Kate Evangelista

#69. I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.

George Gissing

#70. And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?

Elizabeth Kostova

#71. The Christian feels that the tooth of time gnaws all books but the Bible ... 19 centuries of experience have tested it. It has passed through critical fires no other volume has suffered and its spiritual truth has endured the flames and come out without so much as the smell of burning.

W. Sangster

#72. It's important to read a book, but also to hold the book, to smell the book ... it's perfume, it's incense, it's the dust of Egypt ...

Ray Bradbury

#73. They eat the sewage that floats on the surface of the mass culture, digest it, and then get creative diarrhea
all at once. The turd look and smell exactly alike, and we call them this year's fashions, hit shows, books, and movies.

John Varley

#74. As we were walking along, Britta took her book out of her schoolbag and smelled it. She let all of us smell it. New books smell so good you can tell how much fun it's going to be to read them.

Astrid Lindgren

#75. He loved the smell and feel of old books. To hold them was to touch the past.

Martin Edwards

#76. Books have a smell, for instance. One that gets better - more nostalgic - as the years go by. Does this gadget of yours have a smell?" "Nope,

Stephen King

#77. 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.

Stephen King

#78. As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.

Maggie Stiefvater

#79. When we got around to books, I was finally set, as our minister would say, on solid ground. I gorged on books. I sneaked them at night. I rubbed their spines and sniffed in the musty smell of them in the library.

Lorene Cary

#80. And then they were inside, and out of the wind, and surrounded by comforting walls and walls of books. The rich, delightful smell of old paper, leather and ink permeated the place, washing away the pettier odours of blood and oil and smog.

Genevieve Cogman

#81. Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez