The world is surely wide enough to walk without fear.
Somewhere between fear and sex passion is.
Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it.
Anything outside marriage seems like freedom and excitement.
Slightest accidents open up new worlds.
I felt like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances.