The Museum of Literary Souls Quotes

“No book is really a fixed object. Every reader reads a book differently, and each book works in a different way on each reader.”
― John Connolly, The Museum of Literary Souls

“It’s a natural consequence of the capacity of a bookstore or library to contain entire worlds, whole universes, and all contained between the covers of books. In that sense, every library or bookstore is practically infinite.”
― John Connolly, The Museum of Literary Souls

“where there are books, there will always be haters of books alongside the lovers of them.”
― John Connolly, The Museum of Literary Souls

“There appeared to be only two types of business in the town: everybody’s business, and business that was not yet everybody’s but soon would be once the local gossips had got to work on it.”
― John Connolly, The Caxton Private Lending Library & Book Depository

“I met Hamlet at a number 48B bus stop,” said Mr. Gedeon. “He’d been there for some time, poor chap. At least eight buses had passed him by, and he hadn’t taken any of them. It’s to be expected, I suppose. It’s in his nature.”
― John Connolly, The Museum of Literary Souls

“It’s a natural consequence of the capacity of a bookstore or library to contain entire worlds, whole universes, and all contained between the covers of books. In that sense, every library or bookstore is practically infinite. This library takes that to its logical conclusion.”
― John Connolly, The Caxton Private Lending Library & Book Depository

“You may think me mad.” “My dear fellow, we hardly know each other. I wouldn’t dare to make such a judgment until we were better acquainted.”
― John Connolly, The Caxton Private Lending Library & Book Depository

“He was briefly tempted to reach for the brandy again, but no particular good had come of their previous shared moments, and so he opted for the routine of making a big pot of tea.”
― John Connolly, The Caxton Private Lending Library & Book Depository

“Mr. Berger found himself consigned to the dusty ranks of the council’s spinsters and bachelors, to the army of the closeted, the odd, and the sad, although he was none of these things. Well, perhaps just a little of the latter:”
― John Connolly, The Caxton Private Lending Library & Book Depository

“(To those who are themselves unhappy, the contentment of others can sometimes be mistaken for tedium.)”
― John Connolly, The Museum of Literary Souls