I’d like to Catch 22 of you.
Hey girl, don’t be The Stranger.
I’d Fight to go to a Club with you.
I’d Revisit your Brideshead anytime.
Call me Ishmael. When can I call you?
Wanna go find us A Room of One’s Own?
I’d like to end your Age of Innocence.
I’d never say “Farewell” to those Arms.
I wanna do Wild Things wherever you Are.
Can I have The Way of All Flesh with you?
I want you to hold me and Never Let Me Go.
Tender is the Night you let me take you home.
I want to take your body to Wuthering Heights.
My love for you is Infinite, and I do not Jest.
I’d never be Misérables waking up to your face.
We could make such a beautiful library together.
Hey lady, there’s nothing Second about your S#x.
Hey baby. Would you like to peek at my hardcover?
My Heart was a Lonely Hunter ’til I met you, girl.
I have ‘Great Expectations’ for our future tonight.
Why would you Mary Shelley when you could marry me?
Is your name Harriet? Cause I caught you spyin’ on me.
I have a library card, do you mind if I check you out?
Hey, why don’t you let me bring you to Treasure Island?
Girl, you raise my temperature way past Fahrenheit 451.
Want to come back to my place to see my book collection?
Is it 451 degrees Fahrenheit in here, or is it just you?
The Sun isn’t the only thing around here that Also Rises.
If it was 1984, and I was Big Brother, I’d only watch you.
You must be reading Fahrenheit 451, because you’re smokin’!
My friends call me Robert, but you can call me The Beowulf.
You’re the Lord of my Flies, and you can unzip them anytime.
Why don’t we Middlemarch right out of here and go get dinner?
We Need to Talk About Kevin. I’m Kevin, can I buy you a drink?
Are you Five People? ‘Cause I just met you, and I’m in Heaven.
Girl, you’re my great white whale, and you make my D!¢K be mo’.
Baby you’re so hot it’s got to be at least Fahrenheit 451 in here.
I know For Whom the Bell Tolls, so why don’t you call me sometime?
If you’d let me, baby, I’d Middlemarch you right on down the aisle.
Portnoy’s Complaint was that he didn’t get to see your fine behind.
Are you an overdue book? Because you have fine written all over you!
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues if you won’t give them your number, boy.
You may not be Miss Jean Brodie, but I can tell you’re in your Prime.
Girl, you remind me of a library book because I love checking you out.
Babe, if you were words on a page, you’d be what they call fine print.
I’d spend Tuesdays with Morrie, but baby, I’d spend every day with you.
If you give me yo’ number, I’ll live up to all your Great Expectations.
Watching you walk through those stacks is A Moveable Feast for the eyes.
I like books, you like books, why don’t we start writing the story of us?
I’m no Jane, but I’d Eyre on the side of saying I think you’re beautiful.
As I Lay Dying…my biggest regret was not telling you how beautiful you are.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I’d have a Secret Garden.
Charles D!¢Kens might have given you Great Expectations, but I can meet them.
Can you help me? I’m in Search of all the Lost Time I spent checkin’ you out.
Is your name Scarlett? Because when I saw you my heart was gone with the wind.
It’s no wonder Big Brother’s watching you. On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re 1984.
I like paper and you like Kindle. So let’s get together, baby, and start a fire.
Girl, it would be both a Crime and a Punishment if you don’t let me take you out.
It’s funny that you’re reading Tennessee Williams, since you’re the only 10 I see.
I’d love you in all the times, including* the Time of Cholera. (*but not limited to)
Girl, you’re like a best-seller list, and I’m like a book. I could be on you for weeks.
I hate to brag, but I have the biggest Philip K. D!¢K collection of books on Good Reads.
Have you lost weight? Your Lightness is Unbearable, and it’s doing something to my Being.
I don’t need to go In Search of Lost Time — I know it’s the time I spent before I met you.
I think you might have mistaken me for a library book… you’ve been checking me out all night.
What’s up girl? How about we make a little of the Sound and The Fury until the Sun Also Rises?
I believe in The Importance of Being Earnest, so I’m just going to say it: I’m Wilde about you.
Fancy meeting you here. Just last night I filled out my Amazon wishlist and you were at the top.
Hey cutie, I Sense you have a lot of Sensibility. Was that too Austen-tatious of me to point out?
Did I just step into an E. M. Forster novel? Because any room with you in it is A Room with a View.
Hey girl, can you say that one more time? I can’t hear you over the Sound and the Fury of my beating heart.
What’s up, sweetheart. What do you say we open up our covers and read a little Fifty Shades of Grey together?
Girl, we’re the Beautiful and the Damned, you’re beautiful and I’ll be damned if you don’t let me buy you a drink.
I would Thoreau-ly enjoy it if this library weren’t so Wald-en. Why don’t you get some fresh air and go out with me?
I could say that I wandered lonely as a cloud before I met you, but what are these Wordsworth if you won’t go out with me?