Without books, we might just melt into the airwaves and be just another set of blips.

What art offers is space – a certain breathing room for the spirit.

Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.

For some of us, books are intrinsic to our sense of personal identity.

I see no intrinsic reason why a doubly talented artist might not arise and create a comic-strip novel masterpiece.

I don't know; I think I'd be gloomy without some faith that there is a purpose and there is a kind of witness to my life.