The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are. They’re Caesar’s
praetorian guard, whispering as the parade roars down the avenue, `Remember,
Caesar, thou art mortal.’ Most of us can’t rush around, talking to everyone, know all
the cities of the world, we haven’t time, money or that many friends. The things you’re
looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see
ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book. Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to
be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving,
and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.
written by Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury. A book about how great books are and why they’re important, how fantastic! thanks uncle hank and john (my parents hear about them so much they think they’re family) for this amazing book.

I watched avatar: legends of korra today and I realized that if i’m gonna tell him, I better do it. Because that’s the only way to move on. Hank and John Green, as well as all my friends I’ve ever had have told me the same lesson, but if it’s in cartoon form…. I get the message easily I guess.