We have no home, she told me. I am your home.
I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.
This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster.
These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain
When you're a little kid, you are small, your life is small - and you're terrifically aware of that. But when you read, you can ride Arabian horses across the desert, you can be a dogsledder.
this was the wonderful thing about strangers. they were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw watever you like on their impresionable surfaces