“Perhaps people in the library were of a different nature. They were intellectual, more so than others. They were quiet people. I remember sitting in the open-air courtyard of the library, in the middle in these wooden chairs, deep-set chairs that you can just kind of sink into that have a little desk attached, a little wooden palette you can lay a book on or where you rest your arms. I remember getting the paper and reading the news and maybe Time magazine. It was just a very calm, soothing place for me. It was a place of searching and of hope.
