Being with you is as good as being alone.
People were... exhausting. They made her anxious. Leaving her apartment every morning was the turning over of a giant hourglass, the mental energy she’d stored up overnight eroding grain by grain. She refueled during the day by grabbing moments of solitude and sometimes felt her life was a long-distance swim between islands of silence.
It also meant she thought of books as medication and sanctuary and the source of all good things. Nothing yet had proven her wrong.
Do you know the best feeling in the world?” “Uh... ” Nina shook her head, despite having some ideas. Liz glowed. “It’s reading a book, loving every second of it, then turning to the front and discovering that the writer wrote fourteen zillion others.
It contained Nina’s favorite saying: You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.
She enjoyed people – she really did – she just needed to take them in homeopathic doses; a little of the poison was the cure.
If you’re not scared, you’re not brave.