You become a reader by reading the literature, not by reading the handbooks about it.

How do I think of you? As someone I want to be with. As someone as young as me, but "older," if that makes sense. As someone I like to look at, not just because you're good to look at, but because just looking at you makes me smile and feel happier. As someone who knows her mind and who I envy for that. As someone who is strong in herself without seeming to need anyone else to help her. As someone who makes me thinks and unsettles me in a way that makes me feel more alive.

He thought: How difficult it is to explain yourself to yourself. Sometimes there only is, and no knowing.

And the price for being a homo-hater should be as high as anyone can pay.

Readers are made by readers - it is so obvious it is almost banal to say it.

Yet, isn't it strange, isn't it weird, how we can KNOW that someone is not behaving in the way we imagine, and at the same time we can be totally convinced that he is! How clever the human mind is, that it can accept two contradictory things as 'facts.' Yes, I know that in this case one 'fact' was untrue. But the human mind can KNOW something is untrue and still accept it as a 'fact,' and act on it as if it were true.

I huff and puff and struggle with every sentence, paragraph and page - sometimes every word as well.