“The house was a vast labyrinth of books. Volumes were stacked from floor to ceiling on every wall, dark, crackling, redolent of leather bindings, smooth to the touch, with their gold titles and translucent gilt-edged pages and delicate typography.” — Isabel Allende Copy Share Image
Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
