Books aren't lumps of paper, but minds on shelves.

“He wanted to limit me to his own investigation of who I was . . .”

“Bruno was a musician with the temperament of an anarchist and the breath of a b…”

“I loved the city. We were anonymous, and even then I had the sense that cities …”

“..the ceiling is just a deep, dusty dome, like the inside of a skull. (Both are…”