Between the lines of every book the writer reveals their own secrets.
I love book books, real books, books with spines and heart, dust jackets, books that smell of books. Take the frame from a painting and you have a painting, not art. Take the pages from a book and print them on a screen and you have the ghost of a book. Not a book.
When you lose yourself in a book the hours grow wings and fly.
Time neither flies nor sleeps. It is flexible, plastic, ever changing. Spend two hours watching a movie curled up with your lover and time ceases to exist. Spend two hours waiting for your lover to come and time is the iron bars of a prison
I had come to the conclusion that everyone took sex far too seriously. I mean, it's only sex.
