Neil Gaiman (via booksandnerds)
… My mother asked me to give up books for Lent once. I was so quiet. She wanted to talk and interact more.
Two days later, with me pressed up against the bathroom door and her inside, with forty-eight hours behind us of me being the noisiest person in a house full of… well, my siblings, who played ball indoors and ducked witches in bathtubs, with me reading off the back of cereal boxes and being like ‘POTASSIUM, interesting, let’s have a discussion!’, with me desperate to talk and joke and share ideas and act out stories, anything, anything… my mother begged me to go get my book.
You cannot keep confined to one world a child who is used to being able to escape and adventure through thousands.
I used to get in trouble for reading at the dinner table.