12 septembrie 2012

“Why be Happy When You Can be Normal”

Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home – they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space. 
There is warmth there too – a hearth.
 I sit down with a book and I am warm. 
I know that from the chilly nights on the doorstep.

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