“ In the light, we read the inventions of others; in the darkness we invent our own stories. ”
Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.
~ Alberto Manguel
As readers, we are seldom interested in the fine sentiments of a lesson learnt; we seldom care about the good manners of morals. Repentance puts an end to conversation; forgiveness becomes the stuff of moralistic tracts. Revenge - bloodthirsty, justice-hungry revenge - is the very essence of romance, lying at the heart of much of the best fiction.
If justice takes place, there may be hope, even in the face of a seemingly capricious divinity.
I like to imagine that, on the day after my last, my library and I will crumble together, so that even when I am no more I'll still be with my books.
