“Liberation was in the very scale of the city: a goldfish bowl one could never grow to fit.”
“I loved the city. We were anonymous, and even then I had the sense that cities were yielding; that they moved over and made room.”
“The books housed in one's first adult bookshelf are the geological bed of who we wish to become”
“Books aren't lumps of paper, but minds on shelves.”
“...to be free is often to be lonely”
“nothing is ever what you imagine, is it?”
“Ageing is a process of exchanging hope for insight”