“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.” -Jorge Luis Borges
Whenever I fail to read, a part of me dies.
Books are like oxygen and water to me. I can only go without them for so long before my soul starts to wither.
Reading is important, but that’s not why I do it. Reading makes me smarter, but that’s not why I do it. Reading makes me a better person, but that’s not why I do it.
If someone were to conduct a scientific experiment showing that reading held no positive benefits for intelligence or health, I would carry on with my books as usual.
I read because I love reading. I read for the same reasons that little children play games: because it thrills me!
Were someone to offer me a million dollars to never read again, I would laugh in their face.
I want no part of a world without poems, and stories, and philosophies calling out to me from the printed page.
The absence of books is the essence of Hell.