Reading Is Breathing

emilybooks:

“When I finally moved into an apartment in the East Village where I lived for the rest of my life there was already a whole pile of stapled books on the floor.  I didn’t even know to call them books yet but they were.  They had light cardboard covers with bad drawings on them, stapled together.  The windows of this apartment were filled with sumac trees and it was marvelous.  Those books were waiting for me in there like a gift.”

— Eileen Myles, Inferno