We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain.
“At the top of a hill our automobile stuck in a snowdrift. Peasants ran out of a cottage near by, shouting with laughter because machinery had made a fool of itself, and dug out the automobile with incredible rapidity. They were doubtless anxious to get back and tell a horse about it.”
Rebecca West | Black Lamb and Grey Falcon