Ray Bradbury on books

Ray Bradbury's 1953 classic Fahrenheit 451 says:

    I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings, turned the chapters with my tongue! Books by the dozen, the score and the billion. I carried so many home I was hunchbacked for years. Philosophy, art history, politics, social science, the poem, the essay, the grandiose play, you name ’em, I ate ’em.

Came across this very 'feelings' phrase

....that somewhat MELANCHOLY changing time between Day and Night...

~ Maira Kalman –  My Favorite Things

Beautifully encapsulated

“One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds,” the pioneering conservationist Aldo Leopold wrote.

The words I'm looking at and which have gone home are "....one lives alone in a world of wounds."

An apt word

This word instantly caught my fancy. Plus, it's not too difficult to use and expresses the idea evocatively.

Oorie - Dismal, gloomy; cheerless; miserable as a result of cold, illness, etc.