I fundamentally don't understand people who don't enjoy reading.

"That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong."

--F. Scott Fitzgerald

(via Square Dancing with Giants) 

You know that moment where you can sense something bad is about to happen to a character in a book...

...and you don't realize how emotionally invested you've gotten in him/her until your heart is pounding and you want to scream out a warning? When this collection of words has somehow become a friend that is near and dear to your heart and needs protecting?

I live for that moment.