Not Until I Came To Canada Did

Readers, Censors Know, Are Defined By The Books They Read.

The Telling Of Stories Creates The Real World.

Books May Not Change Our Suffering, Books May Not Protect Us From Evil, Books May Not Tell Us What Is Good Or What Is Beautiful, And They Will Certainly Not Shield Us From The Common Fate Of The Grave. But Books Grant Us Myriad Possibilities: The Possibility Of Change, The Possibility Of Illumination.

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

A Book Brings Its Own History To The Reader.