“I
don’t have many friends, not the living, breathing sort at
any rate.
And I don’t mean that in a sad and lonely
way;
I’m
just not the type of person who accumulates friends or enjoys
crowds.
I’m good with words, but not spoken
kind;
I’ve
often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only
conduct relationships on paper.
And I suppose, in a sense, that’s what I do, for I’ve
hundreds of the other
sort,
the friends
contained within bindings, pages after glorious pages of ink,
stories that unfold the same way every time but never lose their
joy,
that take me
by the hand and lead me through doorways into worlds of great
terror and rapturous delight.
Exciting, worthy, reliable companions - full of wise counsel,
some of them -
but sadly ill-equipped to offer the use of a
spare bedroom for a month or two.”
~ Kate Morton, The Distant
Hours