“Wisdom does not make me full. It fills me with hunger.”

“Now that I know that I am no wiser than anyone else, does this wisdom make me wiser?”

“I am only a cup that knowledge holds. It does not to knowledge matter how poor the cup is. It is the wisdom of those who drink of me that me wise makes. Fools make a sibyl foolish, wherever she is.”

“The idea of a library full of books, the books full of knowledge, fills me with fear and love and courage and endless wonder.”

“I fear, in my dark hours, that it hungers for me and that it is only a matter of time before it eats its full of my sanity.”

“It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words.You bastards, she thought.You lovely bastards.Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.”