Reading was my escape

“Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in your head.

When a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists.”

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– It’s about nonexistent worlds – my nephew said- A study of the inner refuge, a map of the place a man goes to when life in the real world is no longer possible.

-The mind.

-Exactly.
Paul Auster – The Brooklyn Follies

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