“I have loved this disaster of a library since I was old enough to read.”

“Everything has been a disaster since I decided my life as it was wasn't good enough.""It wasn't good enough," she said."It was good enough for me.""Then why have you been trying so hard to change it?”

“But I loved the library simply because it was a library. I love libraries. I like reading, but I love libraries. Being surrounded by books makes me feel safe, the way some people need trees or mountains around them to feel secure. Not me – nature’s not what I cling to. I cling to books.”

“Have you really read all those books in your room?”Alaska laughing- “Oh God no. I’ve maybe read a third of ‘em. But I’m going to read them all. I call it my Life’s Library. Every summer since I was little, I’ve gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read.”

“It was my sister's fault. She brought...books home before I was old enough to check them out of the library myself.”

“My love of pleasure seems to be the only consistent side of my character. Is it because I have not read enough?”