Books gnaw at me from around the edges of my life, demanding more time and attention. I am always left hungry.

Books are a pleasure and they anchor your greater values.

To whom do books belong? The books we read and the books we write are both ours and not ours. They're also theirs.

Whenever one of us introduced an old favorite, we savored the other's first delight like a shared meal eaten with a newly acquired gusto, as if we'd never truly tasted it before.