At Night, Here In The Library, The

The World That Is A Book Is Devoured Bya Reader Who Is A Letter In The World's Text; Thus A Circular Metaphor Is Created For The Endlessness Of Reading; We Are What We Read.

Books Read In A Public Library Never Have The Same Flavour As Books Read In The Attic Or The Kitchen.

Without Leskov There Would Be No Bulgakov, No Chekhov, But Also No Garca Mrquez And Julio Cortzar. . . . Leskov Is The Essential Storyteller: He Does Not Portray Life, He Creates It In All Its Wonder And Terror And Magic.

I Wanted To Live Among Books.

Evil Requires No Reason.