A writer stops writing the moment he or she puts the last full stop to their text, and at that point the book is in limbo and doesn't come to life until the reader picks it up and the reader flips the pages.

At night, here in the library, the ghosts have voices.

Our books will bear witness for or against us, our books reflect who we are and who we have been, our books hold the share of pages granted to us from the Book of Life. By the books we call ours we will be judged

Readers are bullied in schoolyards and in locker-rooms as much as in government offices and prisons.

Slothful, feeble, pretentious, pedantic, elitist - these are some of the epithets that eventually become associated with the absent minded scholar, the poor sighted reader, the book worm, the nerd.

Deserted libraries hold the shades of writers who worked within, and are haunted by their absence.

I like to imagine that, on the day after my last, my library and I will crumble together, so that even when I am no more I'll still be with my books.