Ink and Bone

He’d grown up on his father’s brew, so bitter and dark that it was like drinking midnight.

I will not believe that life is worth less than ink on a page. Let that be our rallying cry. Let us shout it where we can.

To this end, I say that the greatest good that can be done for mankind is to shatter the doors of the Great Library and make off with its storehouse of knowledge, spread it far and wide, for though the Library’s history is vast and deep, even the greatest invention can turn upon its creators.

The Library holds itself to be the keeper of both knowledge and wisdom, but it is not true. So much should never be held in the hands of so few, for it is a natural, venal habit of men to hold to power. And knowledge is the purest form of power.

Books and men left the same traces where they burnt.

When you steal a book, you steal from the world, the Library propaganda said