Not Until I Came To Canada Did

Our Society Accepts The Book As A Given, But The Act Of Reading -- Once Considered Useful And Important, As Well As Potentially Dangerous And Subversive -- Is Now Condescendingly Accepted As A Pastime, A Slow Pastime That Lacks Efficiency And Does Not Contribute To The Common Good.

In No Way Am I Demeaning Writing Or Any Other Form Of Art Because It's Popular. What I'm Saying Is That Anything Fed Into The Industrial Machinery To Comply With Rules Of Size And Length And Shelf-life Has A Hard Time Surviving As Art.

One Book Calls To Another Unexpectedly, Creating Alliances Across Different Cultures And Centuries.

Not Until I Came To Canada Did I Realize That Snow Was A Four-letter Word.

The Association Of Books With Their Readers Is Unlike Any Other Between Objects And Their Users.