Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.

Inconveniently, books are all the pages in them, not just the ones you choose to read.

In any of my pages in any of my books may life a perfect account of my secret experience of the world.

Every reader has found charms by which to secure possession of a page that, by magic, becomes as if never read before, fresh and immaculate.

There is only as much space, only as much time, Only as much desire, only as many words, Only as many pages, only as much ink To accept all of us at light-speed Hurrying into the Promised Land Of oblivion that is waiting for us sooner or later.

Time will tell, I suppose, or at least, these pages will.

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible