#lib

The library card is a passport to wonders and miracles, glimpses into other lives, religions, experiences, the hopes and dreams and strivings of ALL human beings, and it is this passport that opens our eyes and hearts to the world beyond our front doors, that is one of our best hopes against tyranny, xenophobia, hopelessness, despair, anarchy, and ignorance. ↗

— Libba Bray

#words-to-live-by #dreams

Creativity is the greatest expression of liberty. ↗

— Bryant H. McGill

#expression #greatest #liberty

All great enterprises have a pearl of faith at their core, and this must be ours: that Americans are still a people born to liberty. That they retain the capacity for self-government. That, addressed as free-born, autonomous men and women of God-given dignity, they will rise yet again to drive back a mortal enemy. ↗

— Mitch Daniels

#again #autonomous #back #born #capacity

Just the omission of Jane Austen's books alone would make a fairly good library out of a library that hadn't a book in it. ↗

— Mark Twain

#jane-austen #library

The old man was peering intently at the shelves. 'I'll have to admit that he's a very competent scholar.' Isn't he just a librarian?' Garion asked, 'somebody who looks after books?' That's where all the rest of scholarship starts, Garion. All the books in the world won't help you if they're just piled up in a heap. ↗

— David Eddings

#librarians #libraries #library #scholar #scholarship

Librarians, Dusty, possess a vast store of politeness. These are people who get asked regularly the dumbest questions on God's green earth. These people tolerate every kind of crank and eccentric and mouth breather there is. ↗

— Garrison Keillor

#political

[T]hose who are in a position of strength have a responsibility to protect the weak. ↗

— Thomas Cushman

#intervention #iraq #iraq-war #liberalism #iraq

That's life. Something always happens. We don't live in stasis, frozen in amber. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#life #life

I stopped in St. Bernadette's Cemetery one of my favorite places... The trunks of six giant oaks rise like columns supporting a ceiling formed by their interlocking crowns. In the quiet space below, is laid out an aisle similar to those in any library. The gravestones are like rows of books bearing the names of those whose names have been blotted from the pages of life; who have been forgotten elsewhere but are remembered here. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#library-books #loss #remeberance #life

On to the library. And all through his time at the card catalog, combing the shelves, filling out the request cards, he danced a silent, flirtatious minuet of the eyes with a rosy-cheeked redhead in the biology section, pages of notes spread before her. All his life, he had had a yen for women in libraries. In a cerebral setting, the physical becomes irresistible. Also, he figured he was really more likely to meet a better or at least more compatible woman in a library than in a saloon. Ought to have singles libraries, with soups and salads, Bach and Mozart, Montaignes bound in morocco; place to sip, smoke, and seduce in a classical setting, noon to midnight. Chaucer's Salons, call them, franchise chain. ↗

— Stephen Minkin

#flirting #libraries #life