“Books can speak to us like God, like men or like the noise of the city we live in. They speak to us like God when they bring us light and fill us with silence. They speak to us like God when we desire never to leave them. They speak to us like men when we desire to hear them again. They speak to us like the noise of the city when they hold us captive by a weariness that tells us nothing, give us no peace, and no support, nothing to remember, and yet will not let us escape.”
Merton, Thomas. Thoughts in Solitude. (NY: Farrar, Straus and Giroux. 1958; pbk ed 1999), pp. 55-56.