Not Until I Came To Canada Did

I Remember, As A Child, The Confusion Of Not Knowing What This Place Was Where I Was Supposed To Spend The Night: It's A Disquieting Experience For A Child. And What I Would Do Was Quickly Unpack My Books And Go Back To A Book I Knew Well And Make Sure The Same Text And The Same Illustrations Were There.

When Literature Is Discovered, A Revelation Occurs: The Joyful, Exultant Knowledge That Anything Can Happen.

The Love Of Libraries, Like Most Loves, Must Be Learned.

At Night, Here In The Library, The Ghosts Have Voices.

Readers, Censors Know, Are Defined By The Books They Read.