L’architecture Est Art De Suggestion.

By Making Time To Read, Like Making Time To Love, We Expand Our Time For Living.

The Teacher Is Commodified, The School Is A Shop, The Subjects Are Consumer Goods. To Read, To Think, To Reflect, Isn't A Question Of Want, It's A Question Of Need.

The Paradoxical Virtue Of Reading Lies In Distancing Ourselves From The World So That We May Make Sense Of It.

All It Takes Is One Teacher - Just One - To Save Us From Ourselves And Make Us Forget All The Others.

We Keep Quiet About What We Read. Our Enjoyment Of A Book Remains A Jealously Guarded Secret. Perhaps Because There`s No Need To Talk, Or Because It Takes Time To Distill What We've Read Before We Can Say Anything. Silence Is Our Guarantee Of Intimacy. We Might Have Finished Reading But We`re Still Living The Book.