read, don’t really read; pop a beautiful sentence mouth suck like a fr — Bohumil Hrabal, Loud a Solitude

Bohumil Hrabal Too Loud a Solitude

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Because when I read, I don't really read; I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.

Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude

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