“Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul.”
“In another world,' he said, lowering his voice; I remember... was it not in another world, in a life which was not in thrall to sleep and its phantoms?...”
“How we need another soul to cling to.”
“But a book suggests conversation: one person is speaking to another, and audible sound is, or should be, natural to that exchange. So I read aloud with myself as the audience, and gave voice to another's words.”
“The risks of liberty we must let everyone take; but the risks of ignorance and self-helplessness are another matter.”
“And that's humbling, knowing that your voice can mean so much to another person.”