I believe in libraries because most students don't have any money.

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found one in his work--torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?

You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can't sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.

And suddenly everything, absolutely everything, was there.

You don't have to worry about the future, you don't worry about the past - you just explode.

Don't talk about it; write.

Through lack of education, we're not teaching kids to read and write. So there is the danger that you raise up a generation of morons.