Britton

“The little girl dipped her pipette in the water, then held it up to the lightbulb dangling over the table.
In the liquid drop that was slowly stretching, she had captured the entire room: the window and its four panes with the waning daylight, the chest covered with a red rug, the sink with the handle of a saucepan poking out, the big photo tacked to the wall showing an almond tree bowed under a storm, its blossoms torn off, blown away, tiny angel flights or sacrificed lives.
'The world's tiny... it's a pity we can't keep droplets for all the beautiful things we see. And for people. I'd love that. I'd put them in...' Zaide broke off, shaking her head. 'No. You can't put them anywhere. But it's beautiful.'
I whispered, 'Yes, the world is beautiful.”
― Christine Féret-Fleury, The Girl Who Reads on the Métro

“It takes a little of everything to create a world,' he said placidly. 'Even a world of books.”
― Christine Féret-Fleury, The Girl Who Reads on the Métro

“All the world's diseases—and all the remedies—were concealed between the covers of books. That in books you found betrayal, solitude, murder, madness, rage—everything that could grab you by the throat and ruin your life, not to mention others' lives, and that sometimes crying over printed pages could save a person's life.”
― Christine Féret-Fleury, The Girl Who Reads on the Métro

“One room can contain an entire world.”
― Christine Féret-Fleury, The Girl Who Reads on the Métro