Hail, Poetry, thou heaven-born maid!
Thou gildest e'en the pirate's trade:
Hail, flowing fount of sentiment!
All hail, Divine Emollient!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
I love books. I love stories. I love the world that books open up to your mind. I love the feel of a book in my hand. I love the smell of old books and the look of the yellowing pages. I love the comforting silence of the library. I love the vast feeling of knowledge that exists in such a palatable way that if I took in a deep breath, I would know more than I did before I breathed. I love the imagination that books bring to my life. I love the escape of a good story. I love the structure. I love to take a good story and build a house out of it. The easy way I can be taken so far away from my present place by a good book causes me to yearn for more and more.
“We needed books, we needed something on which to build dreams.”