Books. They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in there jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things. Then you, the reader come along. You open the book jacket, and it can be like opening the gates to an unknown city, or opening the lid of a treasure chest. You read the first word and you're off on a journy of exploration and discovery.

Everybody's got the seam of goodness in them, Kit," said Grandpa. "Just a matter of whether it can be found and brought out into the light.

Yes. But sad's alright. Sad's just apart of everything

A good bookshop is not just about selling books from shelves, but reaching out into the world and making a difference.

Maybe we're all in somebody's dream. Maybe everything's a dream, and nothing else.

There's light and joy, but there's also darkness all around and we can be lost in it.

This is our world. Aye, there's more than enough of darkness in it. But over everything there's all this joy, Kit. There's all this lovely, lovely light.