And we have snow. It's not much, but the air smells of cold. You can feel the Christmas spirit. I can't wait to bake gingerbread cookies and decorate our tiny Xmas tree.
I never change, I simply become more myself.
Joyce Carol Oates (via pinklette
One glance at a book and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for 1,000 years. To read is to voyage through time.