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libraries were one of the last places someone could go where they didn’t have to buy or believe in anything to come in.
“Well, it challenged me to see that we are each the sum of our experiences and that every decision we make, every experience we have, leads us to this single moment in time.” She pointed to the floor for emphasis. “If all of our moments are important, then I wanted to use mine to help others, because you never know how it will all add up.”
“I think that my purpose is to give to others, to help in whatever way I can. And if it adds to their moments and experiences, if it shows someone who doesn’t think they’re worth it that someone thinks they are”—she worked her jaw, glanced at Lewis, but he’d pulled back into his coat—“then maybe it makes one of their moments just a little bit better.”
The truth was that life was unfair and unkind and full of broken promises.
God made so many different people, so why wouldn’t he have made lots of paths to understanding, too, you know?”
Charlie loved the library because it had been built, he used to say, with quality of construction and purpose in mind but with an eye toward beauty and timelessness as well.
When Nora was younger, she’d learned to stuff whatever was on her mind so deep inside it disappeared.
