Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.
Books, Reading, Words
No book worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it's meant to make you jump out of your bed in your underwear and run and beat the author's brains out.
Sleep, Books, Authors
If a book has anything to say, it burns with a quiet laugh, because any book worth its salt points up and out of itself.
Reading
He was a gentle and sensitive soul, and therefore had a short temper, which is why he went straight after everything with an ax...
Love, Humor, Soul
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