“I remembered how it had been first learning to read, how the squiggles of print finally organized themselves slowly and painfully into words, then pieced together into sentences with meaning. Now, for the first time, the squiggles were releasing actual worlds... All of them surfacing from the page so real that when I finally closed my eyes, I was amazed… — Elizabeth Joy Arnold Copy Share
“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
