“The forbidden cabinet. The forbidden fruit. That fruit is—a volume, a huge blue-lilac volume with a gold inscription slantwise: Collected Works of A.S. Pushkin. I read the fat Pushkin in the cabinet with my nose in the book and on… — Marina Tsvetaeva Copy Share Image
“Those books of mine really got under their skin. Ironically, they thought I was inhuman because of the way I churned through library books. How do you know how to pick them? Who tells you?' Daved asked me once. I… — Steve Toltz Copy Share Image
