There may be stranger reasons for being alive. There are books There’s interlibrary loan. There are books you can fall into and pull up over your head.

Before I got glasses, I thought Monet was the world's only realist landscape painter.

It's wrong for libraries to have limited budgets.

All farms are much alike everywhere, and all wild places have their own beauty.

There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them.

I sat on the bench by the willows and at my honey bun and read Triton. There are some awful things in the world, it’s true, but there are also some great books. When I grow up I would like to write something that someone could read sitting on a bench on a day that isn’t all that warm and they could sit reading it and totally forget where they were or what time it was so that they were more inside the book than inside their own head. I’d like to write like Delany or Heinlein or Le Guin.

You know, class is like magic. There's nothing there you can point to, it evaporates if you try to analyse it, but it's real and it affects how people behave and makes things happen.