“Reading consists of perusing razor-thin slices of perpetuity, wrenched from the heart of a murdered tree, and infused with the dark blood that swirls within the hidden depths of every writer’s soul. It is their combined angst – the author’s and the tree’s – that we partake of when we immerse ourselves in the pages of a book.”

“Reading consists of perusing razor-thin slices of perpetuity, wrenched from the heart of a murdered tree, and infused with the dark blood that swirls within the hidden depths of every writer’s soul. It is their combined angst – the author’s and the tree’s – that we partake of when we immerse ourselves in the pages of a book.”

— Max Hawthorne