I know that something dies when i give up my books, and that my memory keeps going back to them with mournful nostalgia.


Stealing Books, p. 238. - A History of Reading (1996)


I know that something dies when i give up my books, and that my memory keeps going back to them with mournful nostalgia.

I know that something dies when i give up my books, and that my memory keeps going back to them with mournful nostalgia.

I know that something dies when i give up my books, and that my memory keeps going back to them with mournful nostalgia.

I know that something dies when i give up my books, and that my memory keeps going back to them with mournful nostalgia.