I'm just another person on the Internet who blogs about books. I read for fun, insight, a laugh, a cry, or just because. Literature has helped how I view the world and I am forever grateful for that.
A flower was blooming inside him, and soon, when all tight leaves unfurled, when the noon of youth burned whitest, he would turn and look, as others had, for the opening of another door.
Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms (via bookmania)
