When I’m really into a novel, I’m seeing the world differently during that time — not just for the hour or so in the day when I get to read. I’m actually walking around in a bit of a haze, spellbound by the book and looking at everything through a different prism.
Whenever I finish reading a book, I always want to sit with it. I don’t want to touch another book for a while. I feel too sensitive. It’s difficult to rearrange my head into another voice.
Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind.
— Jeanette Winterson (via tacit-delinquency)
























