We lose ourselves in what we read, only to return to ourselves, transformed and part of a more expansive world.
The room is warm and smells like dust, and just the presence of so many books makes it easier to breathe. It’s remarkable how being around books, even those you’ve never read, can have a calming effect, like walking into a crowded party and finding it full of people you know.
Reality doesn’t always give us the life that we desire, but we can always find what we desire between the pages of books.
Books open new worlds to me.
Clothes were to Sylvia what books were to me: the only thing that really mattered.