“One day I would have all the books in the world, shelves and shelves of them. I would live my life in a tower of books. I would read all day long and eat peaches. And if any young knights in armor dared to come calling on their white chargers and plead with me to let down my hair, I would pelt them with peach pits until they went home.”
“I want my own books to have their own shelves," you said, and that's how I knew it would be okay to live together.”
“autonomy, n."I want my books to have their own shelves", you said, and that's how I knew it would be okay to live together.”
“If only they would all just leave me alone with my books and my letters, I would be content to let life, and the world pass me by”
“I would have the taste of poison in my mouth all the days of my life, if I went back home and pretended to be what I was before.”
“Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?”