There are some books that are so poetic, they give me equal parts joy and despair. I love these words!/I will never be able to write such things! That jealousy thing is always right under the surface. I just finished "Let The Great World Spin" by Colum McCann. There's one line that I haven't been able to get out of my head for over a week:
"For a moment, it wasn't like I was entering water at all; it was more like I was ferrying buckets of blood away from my own body, and I could feel them slap and spill as I moved."
What's your favorite line from a book you've read recently?