Quotes From "A Certain Slant Of Light" By Laura Whitcomb

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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