It does seem that a fantasy, working out in its own terms, stretching you beyond the normal concerns of your own life, gains you a peculiar charge of energy which inexplicably enriches you. At least, this is my ideal of a fantasy, and I am always trying to write it.
He asked <. . . > Rosemary, why do you love books so much? And I said, Well, I don't know <. . . > I suppose I love them because they're quiet, and I can take them to the park.