There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.

Who has more pockets than a magician? A boy. Whose pockets contain *more* than a magicians? A boy's.

I have total recall. I remember being born. I remember being in the womb, I remember being inside. Coming out was great.

We meet on the common ground of an uncommon age and share out our gifts of dark and light, good and bad, simple joy and not so simple sorrow.

..holding a book but reading the empty spaces.

The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are.

Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.