What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. That’s probably the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.
Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbeliveably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; its a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and its a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day thats all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.