Those books are mine.

These are my books.

These books belong to me.

Where are my books?

In my books,

Where are my books?

I don't want anybody else to mark my books, underline in my books,

Your father never looked at my books, what will you do?

In one of my books,

These are my books, and those are his books.

I gave my books to those people.

But these are not exactly my books.

Oh, my books, they're coming loose.

You want to carry my books?

So, my books was the first thing you read since you regained your consciousness?

No, Your Majesty, it's one of mine.

I lost everything during the war... my mother, my house, furniture, books, my husband.

Maybe you know where my books are?

I put all my books in my locker.

Who said you could use my book strap?

Even my books on children have cute, fuzzy animals.

Every one of my books has killed me a little more.

I would send out my books.

The other day he forbid me to sell my books anywhere near the church.

That is what I need for my characters in my books a passionate heart.

I hated the very idea that somebody should underline in my books.

And I just waited for the time that I could go off and read my books.

Someone had brought in my belongings, my books, typewriter and clothes.

The smaller children I respect them so much that they are very protective of my books.

And so I put my books away, back in their suitcase, and I put them under my bed, and there they stayed for the rest of the summer.

I'm a geophysicist, and all my Earth science books when I was a student

And I looked for one of my books, I looked at divorce data in 58 societies.

175 films, my 16 millimeter negative, all my books, my dad's books, my photographs.

letting a lot of that content of my books be out there.

For one of my books, I looked at divorce data in 58 societies.

My archive 175 films, my 16 millimeter negative, all my books, my dad's books, my photographs.

I had a homework assignment to do so I brought my books, she says

Shaken, I left my books on the stairs and hurried home, and there it was again.

Slowly there was no place in the house for anything other than my books.

And I ran up the stairs, and there was one of my favorite books of all time,

I'm afraid you're going to have to look at my books, which you won't find in the bookstore outside.

He was the one who believed in me and encouraged me to do an adaptation of my books into a film, and to write, direct, and produce the film myself.

I might as well call the real guy and ask him, and I sent him my books, and he answered that he was interested in working on the film with me because he could be a big fish in a small aquarium.

So that photo, since that moment, is framed in front of me while I've worked on all of my books.

And so I put my books away, back in their suitcase, and I put them under my bed, and there they stayed for the rest of the summer.