“His shout was a syllable so ancient and powerful that Saffiyah’s mind instantly censored it.”

“How is something authorised as ‘feng shui compliant’ he wondered. Is there a Chinese Ministry of Magic?”

“The two old men were as still as the stone bench on which they sat, as though their lengthy communion with the element had turned them into statues.”

“The books you have read and the knowledge and inspiration you have gained can never be taken away from you.”

“Dust accumulated on the book has no power to change its story.”

“Comedy doesn’t makes your IQ higher…….Read Science… and don’t re-read books for higher IQ!”

“Holding a precious book meant to Mendel what an assignment with a woman might to another man. These moments were his platonic nights of love. Books had power over him; money never did. Great collectors, including the founder of a collection in Princeton University Library, tried in vain to recruit him as an adviser and buyer for their libraries—Jakob Mendel declined; no one could imagine him anywhere but in the Café Gluck. Thirty-three years ago, when his beard was still soft and black and he had ringlets over his forehead, he had come from the east to Vienna, a crook-backed lad, to study for the rabbinate, but he had soon abandoned Jehovah the harsh One God to give himself up to idolatry in the form of the brilliant, thousand-fold polytheism of books. That was when he had first found his way to the Café Gluck, and gradually it became his workplace, his headquarters, his post office, his world. Like an astronomer alone in his observatory, studying myriads of stars every night through the tiny round lens of the telescope, observing their mysterious courses, their wandering multitude as they are extinguished and then appear again, so Jakob Mendel looked through his glasses out from that rectangular table into the other universe of books, also eternally circling and being reborn in that world above our own.”

“I was well-read but perhaps that only made me stupid.”

“Judge not lest ye be judged yourself.”

“All I’m saying is that there is more to life than the main story. Check out the notes in the margins because maybe they’re even more important.”

“Long ago, I stopped buying- let alone reading, books that talk about organizational success but fail to emphasize the importance of TRUST”

“Are they not criminals, books that have wasted our time and sympathy; are they not the most insidious enemies of society, corrupters, defilers, the writers of false books, faked books, books that fill the air with decay and disease?”

“That’s one of the things stories and books can do, they can make more than one time possible at once.”