books talk~

True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air.

William Shakespear, Romeo and Juliet

Time is a hourse that runs

in the heart, a hourse

Without a rider on a road at night.

The mind sits listening

and hears it pass.

Wallace Stevens, "The Pure Good of Theory"

The lofty bookselves sag

Under thousands of sleeping souls

Silence, hopeful_

Every time I open a book,

a soul is awakened.

Xi Chuan, "Books," New Generation

Believe me,

Sometimes when life

looks to be at its grimmest,

there's a light hidden

at the heart of things.

Clive Barker, Abarat