A wonderful thing about a book, in contrast to a computer screen, is that you can take it to bed with you.

All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.

For some, time passes slowly. An hour can seem like an eternity. For others, there was never enough. For Jesse Tuck, it didn't exist.

In fact, though the books came slowly, he was a novelist to his bootlaces, an avid narrator who couldn’t stop the story once it had started, who felt the terrors of existence so acutely that he had to tell them and tell them until he’d made them something else.

Written By Joseph Heller

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