The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go.
That’s the curse of the reading class. We can be seduced by a good story even at the least opportune moments.
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of knowledge: it is thinking that makes what we read ours.