To be able to say: “I am in the book. The book is my world, my country, my roof, and my riddle. The book is my breath and my rest.”
To be able to reply: “I belong to the race of words, which homes are built with”—when I know full well that this answer is still another question, that this home is constantly threatened.
I will evoke the book and provoke the questions.
~ Edmond Jabès, from The Book of Questions
