What is it about paper?I still read books, ones made with paper. So, I make bookmarks, ones made with paper. I like the weight of a book in my hands. I like looking at a book and seeing how far I've moved the bookmark, how close I am to discovering "whodunit." I have a dictionary that I keep in a bedside drawer that has a really crisp feel every time I turn a page looking for a word. I love the feel of the heavy deckle pages in a journal my sister Alston gave me. I love how tear stains on a letter my friend Max wrote to me after my mother died have made the paper all wavy. I like that I can open up my copy of Jane Eyre right to the page where Rochester proposes to Jane, because the pages are so worn from re-reading them. I like that I can make a card out of paper that I love the look and feel of and send it to someone I love.
One of my favorite quotes is from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: "Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius." How do I know that? I read it in a book.
