In "Future Nereid," by Gabriela Damián Miravete, translated by Michael J. Deluca, these two lines lines about reading jumped out at me:
"In your belly something will shrivel at the thought of the unfortunate distance which sometimes separates us from souls attuned to our own."And something shriveled in me, and something else bloomed.
"You'd like to underline the words in this book as a substitute for a choir of caresses."
Who has caressed you?