In the books I find the thrum of everything unsayable. The characters weep the way I want to, love the way I want to, cry, die, beat their breasts, and bray with life.

Alexandria MarzanoLesnevich
In the books I find the thrum of everything unsayable....
In the books I find the thrum of everything unsayable....
In the books I find the thrum of everything unsayable....
In the books I find the thrum of everything unsayable....
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The books I read never prepare me to deal with the real world. The way people act in books is not like how people act in real life. Reading is like watching TV, but with less commercials.

Source: The Fact Of A Body: A Murder And A Memoir

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