“This is my book, and in my book my soulWith its two woven threads of joy and pain,And both were yours before they were begun..”
“All my days were written in Your book and planned before a single one of them began.Psalm 139:16”
“Books were my passion and my escape from madness.”
“Growing up, my best friends were my books, and my Rottweilers.”
“When I was small and easily wounded, books were my carapace. If I were recalled to my hurts in the middle of a book, they somehow mattered less. My corporeal life was slight; the dazzling one in my head was what really mattered. Returning to books was coming home.”
“All the things I've read in my school books about England and the Queen were okay, but my eyes are the greatest book in the world.”