Each Book Was A World Unto Itself,

Every Library Is A Library Of Preferences, And Every Chosen Category Implies An Exclusion.

Maybe This Is Why We Read, And Why In Moments Of Darkness We Return To Books: To Find Words For What We Already Know.

I Can Understand That There Are Those Who Can Think And Imagine The World Without Words, But I Think That Once You Find The Words That Name Your Experience, Then Suddenly That Experience Becomes Grounded, And You Can Use It And You Can Try To Understand It.

Existing Libraries, In Their Very Being, Seem To Question The Authority Of Those In Power.

Readers Are Bullied In Schoolyards And In Locker-rooms As Much As In Government Offices And Prisons.