Block, Still-Life with Books ("In a library we are surrounded by friends"), 1901
Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it
several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read
it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells, and then, when you look at the book
again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self,
slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower,
both strange and familiar.
Cornelia Funke
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