People think that I'm very serious.

There's no black and no white, just shades of grey...But the small betrayals lead to bigger ones, morality is eroded.

The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.

The message is clear: libraries matter. Their solid presence at the heart of our towns sends the proud signal that everyone - whoever they are, whatever their educational background, whatever their age or their needs - is welcome.

Actually, I can write anywhere - airport lounges, in bed, on a rattling train going north.

Pas a pas, se va luenh. Step by step, we make our way.

What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we were and what we did. An imprint, no more.