I Like To Imagine That, On The

Life Happened Because I Turned The Pages.

There Is A Line Of Poetry, A Sentence In A Fable, A Word In An Essay, By Which My Existence Is Justified; Find That Line, And Immortality Is Assured.

In The Light, We Read The Inventions Of Others; In The Darkness We Invent Our Own Stories.

I Have No Feelings Of Guilt Regarding The Books I Have Not Read And Perhaps Will Never Read; I Know That My Books Have Unlimited Patience. They Will Wait For Me Till The End Of My Days.

Darkness Promotes Speech.