A Book Is A Friend. You Can

If Books Could Have More, Give More, Be More, Show More, They Would Still Need Readers Who Bring To Them Sound And Smell And Light And All The Rest That Can’t Be In Books. The Book Needs You.

She Was Brilliant And Joyous And She Believed- Probably Correctly- That Libraries Contain The Answers To All Things, To Everything, And That If You Can't Find The Information You Seek In The Library, Then Such Information Probably Doesn't Exist In This Or Any Parallel Universe Now Or Ever To Be Known. She Was Thoughtful And Kind And She Always Believed The Best Of Everybody. She Was, Above All Else, A Master Librarian And She Knew Where To Find Any Book On Any Subject In The Shortest Possible Time. And She Was Wonderfully Unhinged.

He Did Not Know How Long It Took, But Later He Looked Back On This Time Of Crying In The Corner Of The Dark Cave And Thought Of It As When He Learned The Most Important Rule Of Survival, Which Was That Feeling Sorry For Yourself Didn't Work. It Wasn't Just That It Was Wrong To Do, Or That It Was Considered Incorrect. It Was More Than That--it Didn't Work.

Books Make Me Feel Safe. Books Make Me Feel Normal.

That's All It Took To Solve Problems - Just Sense.