…the books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us suffer like the death of a person we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation–a book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.
Franz Kafka
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I wouldn’t go that far . . . but close enough to the edge to be daring.
michael j
conshohocken, PA USA
By: contoveros on February 11, 2010
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