“We think we know our friends, our lovers, but really all we know is pieces of them” — Elizabeth Joy Arnold Copy Share Image
“I remembered how it had been first learning to read, how the squiggles of print finally organized themselves slowly and painfully into words, then… — Elizabeth Joy Arnold Copy Share Image
“How could the people around me not see that I’d been spending my day in nineteenth-century Kansas, or in the pit of a giant… — Elizabeth Joy Arnold Copy Share Image
“I loved the physicality of books just as much as the stories inside, the feel of pages between my fingers, the intricacies of classic… — Elizabeth Joy Arnold Copy Share Image
“I know how you're feeling, because for me it's like that every day, like life's this huge big ocean that could swallow me and… — Elizabeth Joy Arnold Copy Share Image
“We think we know our friends, our lovers, but really all we know is pieces of them. Fragments we learn by watching, sharing time… — Elizabeth Joy Arnold Copy Share Image
“I’m a woman who loves words, but there are times there are no words.” — Elizabeth Joy Arnold Copy Share Image
“We think we know our friends, our lovers, but really all we know is pieces of them” — Elizabeth Joy Arnold Copy Share Image
