Marcel Proust, Days of Reading (via daysofreading) (via distantheartbeats, daysofreading) (via booklover)


In reading, friendship is suddenly brought back to its original purity. There is no false amiability with books. If we spend the evening with these friends, it is because we genuinely want to. We often take leave of them, at least, only with regret.


Comments?

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.