There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
Marina TsvetaevaDon't you know no one can escape the power of creatures reaching out with breath alone?
Marina TsvetaevaNo one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
Marina TsvetaevaWings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.
Marina Tsvetaeva