“ Adults were pack rats of old, useless emotions. ”
One cannot spend one's entire life running into bathrooms when danger calls!
~ Reif Larsen
This was the curse of the voracious reader, she realized. Real life never quite measured up to the heightened and precise contours of her literary worlds. A real war was never as true as a fictive one.
I had trouble listening to adults who didn't really mean anything that they said, it was as if their language poured into my ears only to drain right out a little spigot in the back of my head.
Society was the only threat to the sanctity of selfhood: an unpatroned library was an orderly library.
