The real sting here isn't that books cost money—it's that Ziglar is describing two opposite *hunger systems*. The wealthy person has trained themselves to crave ideas over entertainment, making their library a natural gathering place, while the poorer person, often exhausted by circumstance, reaches for the quickest comfort available. What makes this observation sharp is that it reveals how poverty isn't merely financial scarcity; it's the exhaustion that scarcity creates, which then makes the passive glow of a television far more appealing than the active labor of reading. Watch a single mother working two jobs choose between an evening with a novel and an evening unwinding in front of a screen, and you see Ziglar's point crystallized: wealth grants not just resources but the mental space to pursue them.