Are We Human Because We Gaze At

I Lived In Books More Than I Lived Anywhere Else.

I Hope You Read Some Fine Books And Kiss Someone Who Thinks You're Wonderful.

I Wondered How I Looked To Her, In That Place, And Knew That Even In A Place That Was Nothing But Knowledge That Was The One Thing I Could Not Know. That If I Look Inward I Would See Only Infinite Mirrors Staring Into Myself For Eternity.

My Ideal Reader Is Me. And Yes, My Ideal Reader Comes With Me And Is Forgiving.

Young Man," He Said, "understand This: There Are Two Londons. There's London Above―that's Where You Lived―and Then There's London Below―the Underside―inhabited By The People Who Fell Through The Cracks In The World. Now You're One Of Them. Good Night.