It had come about ex­act­ly in the way things hap­pened in books.

All the world knows me in my book, and my book in me.

My dream now returned upon my mind with all its force; it was fulfilled in every part; for our danger was the same I had dreamt of: and I could not help looking on myself as the principal instrument in effecting our deliverance...

The inevitable finally happened, just as I knew it would.

There was a time I went through [the Scientology doctrine], I said, you know what, when I read it, I just thought 'Whoa', this is it. This is exactly it.

Anyone who had read the book sensed they were into something that would belong to the ages, and everyone was in a frenzy to read the book.

All that I wanted was to tempt into life things that wanted to come out of me.

Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made, The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing,

I saw and heard, and knew at last
The How and Why of all things, past,
and present, and forevermore.

To me, that book has been both a revelation and a gospel.

I found in your book the confirmation of my ultimate conclusions and the tools for deepening this aspect of the artistic problem.

That is a good book it seems to me, which is opened with expectation and closed with profit.

The book depicts thoughts, unveils imaginings, answers unspoken questions, clarifies doubts, resolves arguments, and finally reveals the very atoms of the most curiosity-driven desire.

This was what he had once upon a time expected and hoped of all books that he opened, that each be the one book he required, his own book.