Parfois, je me dis que le paradis doit être une lecture continue et inassouvie.

Virginia Woolf – Correspondances (1934)

Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.

Its a disembodied trance-like intense rapture that used to seize me as a girl, and comes back now and again down here, with a violence that lays me low.

[…] Because, my dear Ethel, the state of reading consists in the complete elimination of the ego, and its the ego that erects itself like another part of the body I dont dare to name.