11 Quotes & Sayings By Laura Whitcomb

Laura Whitcomb is the author of The Real Housewives of Orange County, New York, San Diego, Atlanta, and Beverly Hills. Her other books include Real Housewives Revealed, Real Housewives Exposed, Real Housewives Uncensored, Real Housewives Unfiltered, Real Housewives Unleashed, Real Housewives Untold, Real Housewives Unmasked, Real Housewives Under Wraps and Real Housewives Unmasked. Laura is married to Camille Grammer and lives in Los Angeles. Camille has appeared on numerous talk shows as a guest as well as a regular host.

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The library smells like old books – a thousand leather doorways into other worlds. I hear silence, like the mind of God. I feel a presence in the empty chair beside me. The librarian watches me suspiciously. But the library is a sacred place, and I sit with the patron saint of readers. Pulsing goddess light moves through me for one moment like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone. I smell mold, I hear the clock ticking, I see an empty chair. Ask me now and I'll say this is just a place where you can't play music or eat. She's gone. The library sucks. Laura Whitcomb
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He kissed me for a long moment, holding my shoulders, perhaps to keep me from pressing my whole body against his. Then he tried to lift my bag." My God, " he said. "What happened?"" I found out one may check out twenty books at a time from the school library. Laura Whitcomb
Books are boring,
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Books are boring, " James said as he wrote." They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown, " I offered. Laura Whitcomb
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It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper. Laura Whitcomb
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As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown. Laura Whitcomb
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A sea of dreams trapped in a span of pressed pages Laura Whitcomb
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I studied a crescent moon hung crooked in a plum purple sky and thought about what it would be like to truly be seen. Laura Whitcomb
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About the library, " he whispered. He took out the pencil stub from his pocket and poised it over the page." Will you write like Mr. Blake or like yourself?" I inquired. He wrote and whispered the words aloud as he did. "I am in the library. It smells like old stuff."" It smells familiar, " I suggested. "It smells like words." Because his left side was to me, I couldn't easily take his hand to write." Books are boring, " James said as he wrote." They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown, " I offered. He thought about this and then wrote with a smile, "I hate books. Laura Whitcomb
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I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real. Laura Whitcomb
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Perhaps I couldn’t tickle the inside of his ear, but I could reach the mysterious curves of his mind. Laura Whitcomb