“What are you reading?" Polonius asked."Words, words, words," said Hamlet."And what's the subject?""Lesser than the king, but still not nothing."It took Polonius a moment to realize he had answered another meaning of 'subject.' "I mean what do you read about?""All in a line, back and forth." said Hamlet. "I go from left to right with my mind full, and then must drop it there and head back empty-headed to the left side again, and take up another load to carry forward. It's a most tedious job, and when I'm done, there are all the letters where I found them, unchanged despite my having carried them all into my head.”

“What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.”

“What do you read, my lord?HAMLET: Words, words, words.”

“The books awed her by size, thickness, the staggering mass of lines and words to read before she could read all of them. Then having read all of the books must she carry in her head all that knowledge from the books? This too staggered her. "Wouldn't my head feel queer?" she asked Elder Brewster. "Wouldn't my head feel heavy carrying so much knowledge? Could any of it spill out if there was too much?”

“You don't get it. He was all I had. Adam was it. That was it. And you all took it away."He flinched and dropped my arm. "That's not true. I'm here for you."Shaking my head, I backed up. "I don't know you, so that means nothing to me.”

“What beyond the sunrise and set, beyond body and mind? What then when body and mind have left me, and I am but dust and ash molten with Earth? What then when all that has been left are my words, like this, now, and you are not you, yet another, reading? What immense wonder we are blessed with. Grasp my hand, do not let go. This flight is simply fantastic." - Susan Marie”