“But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.” (ht MS)

If you’re looking for some good summer reading, Wilder’s Pulitzer-winning The Bridge of San Luis Rey can’t be beat. Unless you count his Theophilus North, that is…