Ma's still nodding. "You're the one who matters, though. Just you." I shake my head till it's wobbling because there's no just me.
Books are the air I breathe, so I don't notice the seasons.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Books are essential to the speaker's life, to the point that they diminish the awareness of time and seasons.
This quote by Emma Donoghue expresses the idea that books and literature are a fundamental part of the speaker's existence, providing them with such profound sustenance that the passing of time becomes insignificant. The metaphor of 'air' emphasizes the vitality and irreplaceability of reading in their life, suggesting that when one immerses themselves in literature, they can lose track of external changes and trivialities, indicating a deep passion for reading.
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Example use cases
In a speech about the importance of literacy, this quote can be used to highlight the foundational role of books.
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