“The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life, and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. She has dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than you are. She will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied.”
This article is both dismaying and beautiful. I wonder how many people go down that easy road of life, content but not excited, never fulfilling their full capacity to love, live, laugh. I refuse to live like that.
“Of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.”
Zhēn de Gender 