Books fall from Garry Wills like leaves from a maple tree in a sort of permanent October.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Most books are surplus to the world's requirements, and I am going to sound very conceited here, but I am trying to write books that aren't just using up trees.
There is a part of me that will forever want to be walking under autumn leaves, carrying a briefcase containing the works of Shakespeare and Yeats and a portable chess set. I will pass an old tree under which once on a summer night I lay on the grass with a fragrant young woman and we quoted e.e. cummings back and forth.
I love to both give and receive very old books.
I have this book club, and we don't read one book; we offer up a few suggestions and create a library over time.
Books come from within.
I'm not interested in creating a book that is read once and then placed on the shelf and forgotten.
I'm amazed how the tiniest moments grow into books.
My books are inert as cordwood till a reader's imagination ignites one and an old flame jumps to life.
Hardcover and paperback forever. Someone carve that into a tree.
I must confess that I'm not a great reader. At the moment I'm reading my son's 'Stig of the Dump' by Clive King and I've got a plant catalogue on the go.