And that’s why books are never going to die. It’s impossible. It’s the only time we really go into the mind of a stranger, and we find our common humanity doing this. So the book doesn’t only belong to the writer, it belongs to the reader as well, and then together you make it what it is.
When all the details fit in perfectly, something is probably wrong with the story.
I’m just gonna believe that Robin Williams is stuck in Jumanji until someone rolls an 8 or 5.
[R.I.P. Robin William’s ashes were scattered over the San Francisco Bay]
Blessed are the weird people - poets, misfits, writers, mystics, painters, troubadours - for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.