The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.
Eudora WeltyI cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them--with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself.
Eudora WeltyI read library books as fast as I could go, rushing them home in the basket of my bicycle. From the minute I reached our house, I started to read. Every book I seized on, from โBunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Camp Rest-a-Whileโ to โTwenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea,โ stood for the devouring wish to read being instantly granted. I knew this was bliss, knew it at the time. Taste isnโt nearly so important; it comes in its own time.
Eudora Welty