"She loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others."
– Milan Kundera
I can’t come down, it’s plain to see.
I can’t come down, I’ve been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don’t make no difference to me.
(Source: dreaminginthedeepsouth)