I Choose The Labyrinth.

I Know What Happens A The End Of Falling-landing.

Books—they Weren't Ladders Out Of The Abyss, But They Were Companions.

Books Belong To Their Readers.

You Never Know. It's Just. It's Like. Poof. And You're Gone.

It Seems To Me That The Great Pleasure Of Human Life Is Not In Having An Opinion, But Rather In Learning All The Ways You Are Wrong, And All The Nuances You Failed To Account For, And All The Truths That Turned Out To Be Not As Simple As You Once Believed. And It Seems To Me That One Of The Central Pleasures Of Attending School Is That You Get To Read With Really Well-informed People Who Can Help Welcome You Into A Complex World Stuffed With Rich And Maddening Ambiguity.