For the rest of this summer, I will read madly and devour words for breakfast.
Watch a movie on paper, and wake up in a new world.
A dream hidden in pages, like a crystal hidden within a geode.
Finishing books with solemn satisfaction for the story has ended and I return home with new memories.
Writing and reading are sacred art, sacred worship.
The symbols of letters create sound, and that sound creates meaning, which creates life.
There is no greater time of peace than when I am reading a book in the sun.