I could have an affair with words.
And that’s why books are never going to die. It’s impossible. It’s the only time...– Paul Auster
attractive person: hi
me: is this some kind of sick joke
Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its...– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save...– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated.