When a book can transport you out of your life and straight into it's story, you know that the author did something very right.

A medida que transcurría el tiempo, se afirmaba en la certeza de que el mundo y la vida eran más fáciles de entender a través de un libro.

There is but one world and everything that is imaginable is necessary to it. For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but is a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale the sum of all lesser tales and yet these are also the selfsame tale and contain as well all else within them. So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to know what could be taken away. What omitted. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall. And those seams that are hid from us are of course in the tale itself and the tale has no abode or place of beind except in the telling only and there it lives and makes its home and therefore we can never be done with the telling. Of the telling there is no end. And . . . in whatever . . . place by whatever . . . name or by no name at all . . . all tales are one. Rightly heard all tales are one.

Adventure: the pursuit of life

I think that the online world has actually brought books back. People are reading because they're reading the damn screen. That's more reading than people used to do.

Some of these things are true and some of them lies. But they are all good stories.