The Book is a dead thing that seems alive until we ask it something. In order to make the book into a living thing, the platonic dialogue was invented to serve to forestall the reader's doubts and questions.
The Book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
The Book is a beautifully browsable invention that needs no electricity and exists in a readable form no matter what happens.
The Book is a fragile creature, it suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements and clumsy hands. So the librarian protects the books not only against mankind but also against nature and devotes his life to this war with the forces of oblivion.
The Book is a mirror: If an ape looks into it an apostle is hardly likely to look out.
What do ghosts read?Booooks!
A book just fell on my headI've only got myshelf to blame
What did the chicken say when it got to the library?Book book book book book book book
The Book is a good companion that comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never.