Here's what I mean by the miracle of language. When you're falling into a good book, exactly as you might fall into a dream, a little conduit opens, a passageway between a reader's heart and a writer's, a connection that transcends the barriers of continents and generations and even death .. And here's the magic. You're different. You can never go back to being exactly the same person you were before you disappeared into that book. Anthony Doerr
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The miracle of language is the way we can communicate with words. The story of a person can be conveyed through their spoken and written words. Though most people would never say this, we all know that we can never go back to being the same person we were before reading a book. We all know that we become different after reading a book, and that we can never go back to being the same person we were before reading a book.

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