Was He An Animal, That Music Could

. . . The Books We Need Are The Kind That Act Upon Us Like A Misfortune, That Make Us Suffer Like The Death Of Someone We Love More Than Ourselves, That Make Us Feel As Though We Were On The Verge Of Suicide, Or Lost In A Forest Remote From All Human Habitation-a Book Should Serve As An Axe For The Frozen Sea Within Us.

From A Certain Point Onward There Is No Longer Any Turning Back. That Is The Point That Must Be Reached.

A Book Must Be The Ax For The Frozen Sea Within Us.

Test Yourself On Mankind. It Is Something That Makes The Doubter Doubt, The Believer Believe.

It Receives You When You Come And Dismisses You When You Go.