"I, for one, like the smell of books. Like stop playback in a stretch especially beautiful and placing it against the chest, closed, while I think that it was read. Then reopen and continue the journey. (…) Like the noise of the pages being browsed. Taste of old brands that the book will win: (...) the spine, the volume getting wavy medium with the handling. There are people who say that a House with no curtains is a House naked. I think the same of a house without books."
You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate over my head
Then I set fire to our bed