We Need The Books That

One Day, A Leopard Stalked Into The Synagogue, Roaring And Lashing Its Tail. Three Weeks Later, It Had Become Part Of The Liturgy.

I Have The True Feeling Of Myself Only When I Am Unbearably Unhappy.

I Think We Ought To Read Only The Kind Of Books That Wound And Stab Us.

We Need The Books That Affect Us Like A Disaster, That Grieve Us Deeply, Like The Death Of Someone We Loved More Than Ourselves, Like Being Banished Into Forests Far From Everyone, Like A Suicide. A Book Must Be The Axe For The Frozen Sea Inside Us.

I Can Love Only What I Can Place So High Above Me That I Cannot Reach It.