Evil Requires No Reason.

Each Book Was A World Unto Itself, And In It I Took Refuge.

Evil Requires No Reason.

Deadlines Comes As A Surprise....superb: A New Genre, In Fact, Combining The Pleasures Of List-making With That Of Last-minute Eaves-dropping.

It Has Always Been My Experience That, Whatever Groupings I Choose For My Books, The Space In Which I Plan To Lodge Them Necessarily Reshapes My Choice And, More Important, In No Time Proves Too Small For Them And Forces Me To Change My Arrangement. In A Library, No Empty Shelf Remains Empty For Long. Like Nature, Libraries Abhor A Vacuum, And The Problem Of Space Is Inherent In The Very Nature Of Any Collection Of Books.

I Know That Something Dies When I Give Up My Books, And That My Memory Keeps Going Back To Them With Mournful Nostalgia.