The library was like a second home. Or maybe more like a real home, more than the place I lived in. By going every day I got to know all the lady librarians who worked there. They knew my name and always said hi. I was painfully shy, though, and could barely reply.

“A strange, terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in…”

“That's another one of our rules. Closing your eyes isn't going to change anythi…”

“Considering the sense of powerlessness that such a state of affairs would bring…”

“Porque será que estamos condenados a ser assim tão solitários? Qual a razão de …”