I had a dream about you. You were being hung. I had a sword in one hand and a stool in the other. I couldn’t decide which one to use, so I stood on the stool and threw myself on the sword. It was the least I could do to protest capital punishment.
Education: learning to find your purpose. Upon finding your purpose: what did I learn?
I love the smell of a new book, but I prefer inhaling fresh bottles of ink and glue. They get me more lightheaded – unless I read the book.
When someone gives me either a democratic or republican pamphlet, I throw it in their face. I’m a librarian, damn it! We only take book donations.
I hope people of the future will remember my books for being burned, and I challenge an elite few to imagine the embers of the last copy.
Night clubs are where Americans learn the laws of motion.