“Man builds houses because he is alive but he writes books because he knows he is mortal.

He lives in a group because he is gregarious but he reads because he know he is alone.

Reading is for him company which cannot replace any other, but which no other could replace. It explains nothing of his destiny but in interweaves a rick network of interaction between life and itself…

Interaction between life and itself… Therefore our reasons for reading are as strange as our reasons for living. And nobody is allowed to ask the reason for this intimacy.”

Daniel Pennac – “Like a Novel” – Feltrinelli

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