Evil requires no reason.

If justice takes place, there may be hope, even in the face of a seemingly capricious divinity.

Existing libraries, in their very being, seem to question the authority of those in power.

The telling of stories creates the real world.

Unpacking books is a revelatory activity.

If the library in the morning suggests an echo of the severe and reasonable wishful order of the world, the library at night seems to rejoice in the world's essential, joyful muddle.

In my fool hardy youth, when my friends were dreaming of heroic deeds in the realms of engineering and law, finance and national politics, I dreamt of becoming a librarian.