I couldn’t admit to any of the boys I hung out with that I wanted to fuck ’em, so my erotic life was in my imagination and in the body.
I swooned again – I had that moment of falling in love with reading again.
In reading he found solitude. In reading he could dispel the blare of the world.
Queria passar mais uns minutos no mundo que não fosse dominado pela hierarquia e o snobismo e a vingança.