Love, for me, is something I find in books. You’re never alone if you are surrounded by books.
Book and reader, if they meet up at the right moment, it can make sparks fly, set you alight, change your life. It can, I promise you.
The only thing that consoles me is to be surrounded by people as depressed as I am. The readers down here, they’re seriously depressed and that cheers me up. You yourself for instance, if I can put this politely, you don’t exactly look like a bundle of laughs. No, don’t pretend, I can see right through you.
People apologize too much, everyone’s afraid of giving offence and it leads to literature being written for babies. Low-brow rubbish. That’s not the way to become an adult.
To all those men and women who will always find a place for themselves in a library more easily than in society, I dedicate this entertainment.
And in a library, one should never draw attention to oneself.