I love working with my hands. My writing is rough, my paper bruised with ink stains.
Education: learning to find your purpose. Upon finding your purpose: what did I learn?
I love the smell of a new book, but I prefer inhaling fresh bottles of ink and glue. They get me more lightheaded – unless I read the book.
When someone gives me either a democratic or republican pamphlet, I throw it in their face. I’m a librarian, damn it! We only take book donations.
I hope people of the future will remember my books for being burned, and I challenge an elite few to imagine the embers of the last copy.
Night clubs are where Americans learn the laws of motion.
