In every book I read there is a line, sometimes two or three, that can’t be turned away from. I have to underline them, defile the book, because they are that revealing – they command something in me, in my heart, beyond me. If a book doesn’t have at least one sentence like this, I wonder if it was worth reading at all.
I think I found one or two in Zadie Smith’s On Beauty.
The greatest lie ever told about love is that it sets you free.
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