“How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!”
“Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious”
“I am amazed to see how deliberately I have entangled myself step by step. To have seen my position so clearly, and yet to have acted so like a child!”
“Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!”
“And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone's soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so much pain and still survive.”
“Once in a very long time you come across a book that is far, far more than the ink, the glue and the paper, a book that seeps into your blood.”