The best moments in reading are when you come across something- a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things- which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, even someone who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.
Home is not where you live, but where they understand you.
The awkward moment when you realise that the only thing you have in common with your good old friends is the past.
