I feel, holding books, accommodating their weight and breathing their dust, an abiding love. I trust them, in a way that I can't trust my computer, though I couldn't do without it. Books are matter. My books matter. What would I have done through these years without the library and all its lovely books?
Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm. But the harm does not interest them.