# Quote — Richard Yates, Eleven Kinds of Loneliness

> "Where are the windows?" he demanded, spreading his hands. "That's the question. Where does the light come in?"

- Author: [Richard Yates](https://www.leafyquotes.com/richard-yates.md)
- Book: [Eleven Kinds of Loneliness](https://www.leafyquotes.com/richard-yates/eleven-kinds-of-loneliness.md)
- Page: 149
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