Reader 1964

“Infinite sadness is not to trust an old friend.”
― Dick Francis, Straight

“This country’s passion for property is built into the blood, a current as huge and primal as desire. Centuries of being turned out on the roadside at a landlord’s whim, helpless, teach your bones that everything in life hangs on owning your home.”
― Tana French, The Likeness

“...I knew in the end the guilt of one side did not prove the innocence of the other.”
― Sara Nović, Girl at War

“And as with prayer, which is a dipping of oneself toward the light, there is a consequence of attentiveness to the grass itself, and the sky itself, and to the floating bird. I too leave the fret and enclosure of my own life. I too dip myself toward the immeasurable.”
― Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems