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" Knowledge drifts in and out of my mind" , said Lestat with a little look of honest distress and a shake of his head. " I devour it and then I lose it and sometimes I can't reach for any knowledge that I ought to possess. I feel desolate, but then knowledge returns or I seek it out in a knew source." (...)" But you love books, then" , Aunt Queen was saying. I had to listen." Oh, yes," Lestat said. " Sometimes they're the only thing that keeps me alive." " What a thing to say at your age" , she laughed." No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don't you think? The young are eternally desperate," he said frankly. " And books, they offer one hope - that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved. "
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" I do not know that Lady Glencora's heart was made of that stern stuff which refuses to change its impressions; but it was a heart, and it required food. To love and fondle someone, - to be loved and fondled, were absolutely necessary to her happiness. She wanted the little daily assurance of her supremacy in the man's feelings, the constant touch of love, half accidental half contrived, the passing glance of the eye telling perhaps of some little joke understood only between them two rather than of love, the softness of an occasional kiss given here and there when chance might bring them together, some half-pretended interest in her little doings, a nod, a wink, a shake of the head, or even a pout. "
― Anthony Trollope , Can You Forgive Her? (Palliser, #1)
