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The exaltation of understanding; then understanding's bottomless regret.

Michael Chabon, The Yiddish Policemen's Union

Flying books!

An art installation by J. Ignacio Diaz de Rabago in the stairwell of the Gardner Stacks, UC Berkeley.

Photo by Tracy Wong

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

The Morrison Library at UC Berkeley. One of my favorite places in the world.

"Watched the aerial bliss of coupled dragonflies. Even heard their wings, an ecstatic sound like paper flaps in bicycle spokes. Gazed on a slowworm exploring a miniature Amazonia around the roots where I lay. Silent? Not altogether, no. Was woken much later, by first spots of rain. Cumulonimbi were reaching critical mass. Sprinted back to Zedelghem as fast as I'll ever run again, just to hear the rushing roar in my ear canals and feel the first fat droplets pound my face like xylophone hammers."

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell

Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451