The Paradoxical Virtue Of Reading Lies In

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

If You`re Wondering How You`ll Find Time, It Means You Don`t Really Want To Read. Because Nobody`s Ever Got Time. Children Certainly Haven`t, Nor Have Teenagers Or Grown-ups. Life Always Gets In The Way. <...> Time To Read Is Always Time Stolen. <...> Stolen From What? From The Tyranny Of Living.”- P.125

A Well-chosen Book Saves You From Everything, Including Yourself.

Each Country Thinks Its School Is In A Specific Crisis, Without Ever Linking The School's Crisis To That Of The Society Around It.

We Human Beings Build Houses Because We're Alive But We Write Books Because We're Mortal. We Live In Groups Because We're Sociable But We Read Because We Know We're Alone. Reading Offers A Kind Of Companionship That Takes No One's Place But That No One Can Replace Either. It Offers No Definitive Explanation Of Our Destiny But Links Us Inextricably To Life. Its Tiny Secret Links Remind Us Of How Paradoxically Happy We Are To Be Alive While Illuminating How Tragically Absurd Life Is.