A Well-chosen Book Saves You From Everything,

If You`re Wondering How You`ll Find Time, It Means You Don`t Really Want To Read. Because Nobody`s Ever Got Time. Children Certainly Haven`t, Nor Have Teenagers Or Grown-ups. Life Always Gets In The Way. <...> Time To Read Is Always Time Stolen. <...> Stolen From What? From The Tyranny Of Living.”- P.125

All It Takes Is One Teacher - Just One - To Save Us From Ourselves And Make Us Forget All The Others.

The Teacher Is Commodified, The School Is A Shop, The Subjects Are Consumer Goods. To Read, To Think, To Reflect, Isn't A Question Of Want, It's A Question Of Need.

Each Country Thinks Its School Is In A Specific Crisis, Without Ever Linking The School's Crisis To That Of The Society Around It.

We Keep Quiet About What We Read. Our Enjoyment Of A Book Remains A Jealously Guarded Secret. Perhaps Because There`s No Need To Talk, Or Because It Takes Time To Distill What We've Read Before We Can Say Anything. Silence Is Our Guarantee Of Intimacy. We Might Have Finished Reading But We`re Still Living The Book.