Catherynne M. Valente skriver i The Habitation of the Blessed:
I reminded myself: when a book lies unopened it might contain anything in the world, anything imaginable. It therefore, in that pregnant moment before opening, contains everything. Every possibility, both perfect and putrid. Surely such mysteries are the most enticing things You grant us in this mortal mere – the fruit in the garden, too, was like this. Unknown, and therefore infinite. Eve and her mate swallowed eternity, every possible thing, and made the world between them.
Därför kan känslan när jag står mitt i ett bibliotek vara överväldigande. Därför är ett bibliotek som en kyrka för mig.
Katja Malmborg 