Books Make Me Feel Safe. Books Make

She Was Brilliant And Joyous And She Believed- Probably Correctly- That Libraries Contain The Answers To All Things, To Everything, And That If You Can't Find The Information You Seek In The Library, Then Such Information Probably Doesn't Exist In This Or Any Parallel Universe Now Or Ever To Be Known. She Was Thoughtful And Kind And She Always Believed The Best Of Everybody. She Was, Above All Else, A Master Librarian And She Knew Where To Find Any Book On Any Subject In The Shortest Possible Time. And She Was Wonderfully Unhinged.

When He Sat Alone In The Darkness And Cried And Was Done, All Done With It, Nothing Had Changed. His Leg Still Hurt, It Was Still Dark, He Was Still Alone And The Self-pity Had Accomplished Nothing.

I Owe Everything I Am And Everything I Will Ever Be To Books.

Personal Inspection At Zero Altitude. The Stories Come From My Life - If Not My Own Experiences, Then About Topics And Subjects That Interest Me.

Things Seemed To Go Back And Forth Between Reality And Imagination--except That It Was All Reality.