Things are going up in fire and never been there. When she looked no wiser he said, There was a warehouse in Finchley. Round between the bath shop and the Pizza Hut. I know there was because I used to...
I never minded the random scribblings of other readers, found them interesting in fact. It is a truth universally acknowledged that people write the darndest things in the margins of their books.
(n. pl.) Marginal notes.
I used to always read with a pen in my hand, as if the author and I were in a conversation.
Reading, for me, is like this: consumptive, pleasing, calming, as much as edifying. It's how I feel after a good dinner. That's why I do it so often: It feels wonderful. The book is mind and I insert...
We are all in wires, eventually, reduced to what we said, or didn't say, and what we wrote or didn't write, who loved or didn't love, or loved and lost and never told it except for writing in or to a...