i am numb, he thought. when did the numbness really begin in my face? in my body? the night i kicked the pill bottle in the dark, like kicking a buried mine
Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them, at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.