The woman dashed up the staircase toward the library's main doors. Arriving at the top of the stairs, she grabbed the handle and tried desperately to open each of the three giant doors. The library's closed, lady. But the woman didn't seem to care. She seized one of the heavy ring-shaped handles, heaved it backward, and let it fall with a loud crash against the door. Then she did it again. And again. And again. Wow, the homeless man thought, she must really need a book.

To live in the world without becoming aware of the meaning of the world is like wandering about in a great library without touching the books.

Her eyes were olive green―incisive and clear.

…Our sunsets have been reduced to wavelengths and frequencies. The complexities of the universe have been shredded into mathematical equations. Even our self-worth as human beings has been destroyed.

Men in power are always interested in greater power.

Nothing is more creative... nor destructive... than a brilliant mind with a purpose.

Each of us is now electronically connected to the globe, and yet we feel utterly alone.