“ Meanwhile, I very, very slowly intoxicated myself on that special pleasure that comes from printing books, from setting a little bit of your own life or somebody else’s life down on printed paper, circulating a little bit of your life, stimulating life, stimulating thoughts, emotions, hate, disdain, happiness, knowledge, and perhaps even finding your own real place on the planet. If the book does not sell, several cubic meters of printed paper are left in the storeroom: it does not matter that much. The book has been completed, a small amount or lots of life has been set down on printed paper and the hope remains that the paper is good. Meanwhile, life has been lived. ”

-Ettore Sottsass