One book calls to another unexpectedly, creating alliances across different cultures and centuries.

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.

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

A society can exist - many do exist - without writing, but no society can exist without reading.

In a library, no empty shelf remains empty for long.

Old books that we have known but not possessed cross our path and invite themselves over. New books try to seduce us daily with tempting titles and tantalizing covers.

I can understand that there are those who can think and imagine the world without words, but I think that once you find the words that name your experience, then suddenly that experience becomes grounded, and you can use it and you can try to understand it.