I have made up thousands of stories; I have filled innumerable notebooks with phrases to be used when I have found the true story, the one story to which all these phrases refer. But I have never yet found the story. And I begin to ask, Are there stories?

“Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in va…”

“Poiché una volta che il baco dei libri si è impadronito del sistema umano, lo i…”

“…she felt, more and more strongly, outside that eddy; or as if a shade had fall…”

“All great writers have, of course, an atmosphere in which they seem most at the…”