“Every libromancer had a first book. Etched more sharply into my memory than my first kiss, this book had been my magical awakening.”
“That should have been my first kiss and every kiss after that.”
“Every one of my books had killed me a little more.”
“It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a negatively vital way. Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books...”
“A great book increases my heartbeat as if I’m prey, melts my insides in anticipation of a first kiss, immerses me in its depths.”
“In that book which is my memory,On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you,Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.”