“Books—they weren't ladders out of the abyss, but they were companions.”
“Some books were little stairways, different levels of the self telling the same stories at progressively higher levels of the ladder.”
“Those Walmarts weren't buildings, they were bunkers. Those weren't parking lots out front, they were kill zones.”
“Your traveling companion, the soldier, is well trained. The two of you were planning something, weren't you?""Planning what? An evil scheme to steal all the Big Macs left in the McDonalds along 1-99?”
“These books are my friends, my companions.”
“Books are portable companions. But so are midgets.”