i have once again discovered the charm of 'to kill a mockingbird' which was a book that used to intrigue me with its air of sophisticated adulthood and intellect (because it's cover boldly proclaimed that it had won the Pulitzer prize, an award that sounded foreign, posh and altogether wonderfully mysterious)
this is one of my favorite quotes:
Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.
and also this
I had never thought about it, but summer was Dill by the fishpool smoking string, Dill’s eyes alive with complicated plans to make Boo Radley emerge; summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longings we sometimes felt each other feel. With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.
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