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 TsvetaevaHowever much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.
Marina Tsvetaeva