What better place to kill time than a library?

One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.

Emmeline didn't call me anything. She didn't need, for I was always there. You only need names for the absent.

But there can be no secrets in a house where there are children.

opening the book, i inhaled. the smell of old books, so sharp, so dry you can taste it.

I read *old* novels. The reason is simple. I prefer proper endings.

My mother and I were like two continents moving slowly but inexorably apart; my father, the bridge builder, constantly extending the fragile edifice he had constructed to connect us.