People who read are not too lazy to turn on the television; they prefer books.
Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
Private life, book life, took place where words met imagination without passing through the world.
Your feelings are none of your business.
It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave.
We wake, if ever at all, to mystery.