Pop, do we have heaven? he'd asked on the day he discovered the (dead) cat. You want to know a Jew's idea of heaven? his father had replied, looking up from his Maimonides. It's an endless succession of long winter nights on which we get paid a fair wage to sit in a warm room and read all the books ever written... Not just the famous ones, no, every book, the stuff nobody gets around to reading, forgotten plays, novels by people you never heard of. However, I profoundly doubt such a place exists.

Chapter 1 (p. 13) - Only Begotten Daughter (1990)