“I love inscriptions on flyleaves and notes in margins, I like the comradely sense of turning pages someone else turned, and reading passages someone long gone has called my attention to.”
“I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.”
“Let us turn over the pages, and I will add, for your amusement, a comment in the margin.”
“Lucky Luke: I wonder how you manage to read with everything that's going on.Jolly Jumper: By turning the pages just like everyone else.”
“I’m in love with someone else,” he says. “But she’s gone. And I—”
“That’s why I read, as a stranger,My being as if it were pages.Not knowing what will comeAnd forgetting what has passed,I note in the margin of my reading What I thought I felt. Rereading, I wonder: “Was that me?”God knows, because he wrote it.”