“There was after all no mystery in the end of love, no mystery but the mystery of love itself, which was large certainly but as real as grass, as natural and unaccountable as bloom and branch and their growth.” RealEndsGrowthNaturalMysteryGrassBranchesMystery Of Love Book:Little, Big Source: Little, Big
“Learning to decipher words had only added to the pleasures of holding spines and turning pages, measuring the journey to the end with a thumb-riffle, poring over frontispieces. Books! Opening with a crackle of old glue, releasing perfume; closing with a solid thump.” BookEndsPleasureJourneyPagesOpeningPerfumeClosingThumbsSpineMeasuringGlueDecipher Author:John Crowley
