564 Between Pages

The voyages on which books take us.

"The object we call a book is not the real book, but its potential, like a musical score or seed. It exist fully only in the act of being read; and its real home is inside the head of the reader, where the symphony resounds, the seed germinates. A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another." - Rebecca Solnit

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