Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim at the gates of a new city.

Anne Michaels
Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim...
Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim...
Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim...
Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim...
About This Quote

When you hold a book in your hand, you have a connection to a place that exists only in the world of words. The author is a traveler who has visited this city. The words have become real to you. You might not be able to visit the places described in the book, but you can be part of the city that exists in the pages. You can take that book with you wherever you go and feel that city’s presence.

Source: Fugitive Pieces

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