The Person Who Reads Can

And The Last Thought He Had That Morning As He Closed His Eyes Was: I Hope The Tornado Hit The Moose.

He Could Not Play The Game Without Hope; Could Not Play The Game Without A Dream. They Had Taken It All Away From Him Now, They Had Turned Away From Him And There Was Nothing For Him Now...he Was Alone And There Was Nothing For Him.

She Was Brilliant And Joyous And She Believed- Probably Correctly- That Libraries Contain The Answers To All Things, To Everything, And That If You Can't Find The Information You Seek In The Library, Then Such Information Probably Doesn't Exist In This Or Any Parallel Universe Now Or Ever To Be Known. She Was Thoughtful And Kind And She Always Believed The Best Of Everybody. She Was, Above All Else, A Master Librarian And She Knew Where To Find Any Book On Any Subject In The Shortest Possible Time. And She Was Wonderfully Unhinged.

The Person Who Reads Can Bail, But The Person Who Doesn't Fails.

We Make A Mistake In Thinking We Own Pets - The Animals Open Their Lives Up And Make Us A Part Of Them.