excessive bookshelf

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

The world was hers for the reading.

Books can be possessive, can’t they? You’re walking around in a bookstore and a certain one will jump out at you, like it had moved there on its own, just to get your attention. Sometimes what’s inside will change your life, but sometimes you don’t even have to read it. Sometimes it’s a comfort just to have a book around.

There’s a time and place for everything, and I believe it’s called ‘fan fiction’.

Maybe everyone can live beyond what they’re capable of.

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.