The Person Who Reads Can Bail, But

He Did Not Know How Long It Took, But Later He Looked Back On This Time Of Crying In The Corner Of The Dark Cave And Thought Of It As When He Learned The Most Important Rule Of Survival, Which Was That Feeling Sorry For Yourself Didn't Work. It Wasn't Just That It Was Wrong To Do, Or That It Was Considered Incorrect. It Was More Than That--it Didn't Work.

She Was Brilliant And Joyous And She Believed- Probably Correctly- That Libraries Contain The Answers To All Things, To Everything, And That If You Can't Find The Information You Seek In The Library, Then Such Information Probably Doesn't Exist In This Or Any Parallel Universe Now Or Ever To Be Known. She Was Thoughtful And Kind And She Always Believed The Best Of Everybody. She Was, Above All Else, A Master Librarian And She Knew Where To Find Any Book On Any Subject In The Shortest Possible Time. And She Was Wonderfully Unhinged.

I Read Like A Wolf Eats. I Read Myself To Sleep Every Night.

We Don’t Like To Think Of Ourselves As Prey—it Is A Lessening Thought—but The Truth Is That In Our Arrogance And So-called Knowledge We Forget That We Are Not Unique. We Are Part Of Nature As Much As Other Animals, And Some Animals—sharks, Fever-bearing Mosquitoes, Wolves And Bear, To Name But A Few—perceive Us As A Food Source, A Meat Supply, And Simply Did Not Get The Memo About How Humans Are Superior. It Can Be Shocking, Humbling, Painful, Very Edifying And Sometimes Downright Fatal To Run Into Such An Animal.

Words Are Alive--when I've Found A Story That I Love, I Read It Again And Again, Like Playing A Favorite Song Over And Over. Reading Isn't Passive--i Enter The Story With The Characters, Breathe Their Air, Feel Their Frustrations, Scream At Them To Stop When They're About To Do Something Stupid, Cry With Them, Laugh With Them. Reading For Me, Is Spending Time With A Friend. A Book Is A Friend. You Can Never Have Too Many.