“:fondle a plump plastic-wrapped volume, crack it's often-cracked back and spread open the pages. Swallow what's in there, whatever it is. Devour the words.”
“Plastic hearts are made so they cannot be broken. Cracked maybe, but never broken.”
“They were old, their covers cracked and their bindings frayed, but as far as Gwendolyn was concerned that only made the words cocooned between their musty pages more precious.”
“I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.”
“The crack in your heart allows light in. ~ GOOD FORTUNE page 238”
“Pages and pages and pages with words all over the pages. My goodness, what fun. What fun to write whatever words occur.”