Lucy Sante

“Books entered my house under cover of night, from the four winds, smuggled in by woodland creatures, and then they never left. Books collected on every surface; I believe that somehow they managed to breed”

“Mention me when they ask you what happened. I am everywhere under your feet.”

“I realize that books are not the entire world, even if they sometimes seemto contain it. But I need the stupid things.”

“I wasn't born in New York and I may never live there again, and just thinking about it makes me melancholy, but I was changed forever by it, my imagination is manacled to it, and I wear its mark the way you wear a scar. Whatever happens, whether I like it or not, New York City is fated always to remain my home.”