Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by

Any institution becomes a community - whether it's a high school or a boarding school or a publishing company or a small town where everybody knows certain things about people.

I just finished Colson Whitehead's "The Underground Railroad," which I think is a work of genius.

I'm a really eclectic reader.

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.

Jill told me that when you're really in love, you know right away. I'm not exactly sure how this happens. Is it like a flash of lightning? Like an angel tapping you on the shoulder? Or is it similar to choosing a puppy? You think you're picking the cutest one, but really you wind up going home with the one who keeps insisting on climbing into your lap.

Crying wasn't like riding a bike. Give it up, and you quickly forget how it's done.