Paranoids are the only ones who notice things anymore.
Rome was a poem pressed into service as a city.
I feel about lending a book the way most fathers feel about their daughters living with a man out of wedlock.
Two people making love, she once said, are like one drowned person resuscitating the other.
The moment a book is lent I begin to miss it.
The more I like a book, the more reluctant I am to turn the page. Lovers, even book lovers, tend to cling. No one-night stands or "reads" for them.