I Read Real Books. On Paper. You

You Want To Read A Book? That Requires Introspection. It Requires Time Away From People And Time Away From The Constant Need To Communicate And To Connect.

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Remember This... Develop A Sense Of Nostalgia For Something, Or You'll Never Figure Out What's Important.

The Only Way To Write About Right Now Is To Write About The Future.

Then I Celebrated My Wall Of Books. I Counted The Volumes On My Twenty-foot-long Modernist Bookshelf To Make Sure None Had Been Misplaced Or Used As Kindling By My Subtenant. “you’re My Sacred Ones,” I Told The Books. “no One But Me Still Cares About You. But I’m Going To Keep You With Me Forever. And One Day I’ll Make You Important Again.” I Thought About That Terrible Calumny Of The New Generation: That Books Smell.