To put the pudding in the puff: she had retreated to the library, her favorite sanctuary in any house, only to happen upon an unexpected vampire.
Soulless, Gail Carriger
To put the pudding in the puff: she had retreated to the library, her favorite sanctuary in any house, only to happen upon an unexpected vampire.
"It's quiet in the Library because all the books are holding their breath waiting to see if you will choose them."
The man wears dark sunglasses.
Adam recognizes him. It is the same man from his mother's favorite movie.
It is the Librarian.
From then on, every morning, as soon as her mother went to Bingo, Matilda walked the ten blocks to the library and devoured one book after another. When she finished all the children's books she started wondering around in search of something else. Mrs. Phelps, the librarian, who had been watching her with fascination for the last few weeks offered Matilda some valuable library information. "Did you know you could have your very own library card? Then you could take books home and you wouldn't have to walk here everyday. You could take as many as you like." "That would be wonderful." So, Matilda's strong young mind continued to grow; nurtured by all those authors who'd sent their books out into the world. Like ships onto the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: "you are not alone."
To add a library to a house is to give that house a soul.
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
Matilda: Adopt me, Miss Honey! You can adopt me.
Harry Wormwood: Look, I don't have time for all these legalities!
Matilda: One second, dad, I have the adoption papers.
Zinnia Wormwood: What? Where'd you get those?
Matilda: From a book in the library. I've had them since I was big enough to Xerox.
Harry Wormwood: Are you in this family? Dinner timne is family time. What is this trash you're reading?
Matilda: It's not trash, Daddy, it's lovely. It's called "Moby Dick" by Herman Melville.
Harry Wormwood: Moby what? This is Filth! Trash!
Matilda: It's not mine! It's a library book!
Harry Wormwood: I'm fed up with all this reading! You're a Wormwood, you start acting like one! Now sit up and look at the TV.
Harry Wormwood: Where'd all this come from?
Matilda: The library.
Harry Wormwood: The library? You've never set foot in a library. You're only four years old.
Matilda: Six-and-a-half.
Harry Wormwood: You're four!
Matilda: Six-and-a-half!
I really hope you have a search warrant. According to a constitutional law book I read in the library, if you don't have one, you could lose your job or even go to federal prison.
I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
