“I knew books to be objects that loved to cluster and form disordered piles, but here books seemed robbed of their zany capacity to fall about, to conspire. In the library, books behaved themselves.” — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
“Bruno was a musician with the temperament of an anarchist and the breath of a bartender's dishrag. He gave the lie to bookselling as… — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
“I loved the city. We were anonymous, and even then I had the sense that cities were yielding; that they moved over and made… — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
“Liberation was in the very scale of the city: a goldfish bowl one could never grow to fit.” — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
“They were oddities, marginal and not exactly respectable. For her part, Chaps was too well read to be considered entirely proper. Books had made… — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
“I didn't know then that this was how deep emotion most often comes, from opposite directions and at once, when you are least aware… — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
