At times I believed that the last page of my book and the last page of my life were one and the same, and that when my book ended I'd end, a great wind would sweep through my rooms carrying the pages away , and when the air cleared of all of those fluttering white sheets the room would be silent, the chair where I sat would be empty.
( Nicole Krauss )
[ The History of Love ]
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