It’s in my head now. It’s a memory. No camera could have captured what I saw and felt.
My faith gives me the ability to say, whatever is next, I’m ready. If it is Hillary or Trump I am ready because they might sit on the desk but they do not sit on the throne.
I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.
Fiction books give the reader a chance to step away from their own reality and into the shoes of the characters, and they show you a world that isn’t the one you already know. And sometimes the story’s not so different from your own, and it lets you get closer to your own feelings.
Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
Perspective was my secret weapon, and books gave me plenty of ammunition.
Once it’s gone, it belongs to the past.
We do not hold on to the now, and
We do not treasure the future…
We keep receiving this present, but we never open and cherish it until it is too late.
Until it comes no more.
If your library is not “unsafe,” it probably isn’t doing its job.
Books say: She did this because. Life says: She did this. Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren’t. I’m not surprised some people prefer books. Books make sense of life. The only problem is that the lives they make sense of are other people’s lives, never your own.
Late at night I go out and listen to the wind. That’s all the wisdom I need. I mean, I love books, but shoot, most of the world’s wisdom is not contained in books.