I find it hard to name the one book that was so damn delightful it changed my life. The truth is, they have all changed my life, every single one of them—even the ones I hated. Books are my version of “experiences.” I’m made of them.
Why can’t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?
Censorship ends in logical completeness when nobody is allowed to read any books except the books that nobody can read.
We may sit in our library and yet be in all quarters of the earth.