I Read Like An Animal. I Read

...we Take Comfort In The Symmetries We Find In Life Because They Suggest A Design Where There Is None.

At The End, All That's Left Of You Are Your Possessions. Perhaps That's Why I've Never Been Able To Throw Anything Away. Perhaps That's Why I Hoarded The World: With The Hope That When I Died, The Sum Total Of My Things Would Suggest A Life Larger Than The One I Lived.

To Me, This Is The Singular Privilege Of Reading Literature: We Are Allowed To Step Into Another's Life.

Holding Hands, For Example, Is A Way To Remember How It Feels To Say Nothing Together.

Empty Teacups Gathered Around Her And Dictionary Pages Fell At Her Feet.