Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.
For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...
Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the Universe together into one garment for us.
