The problem is simply finding the right person. Ask Plato. Just make sure she finishes your thoughts and you finish hers. That's all you need.

...what will we someday do, I always wonder, without the pleasures of turning through books and stumbling on things we never meant to find?

Every writer hopes his or her book will be its own thing.

I wasn't brought up to be dazzled by money or fame.

It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?

I was filled with angst in college, that I struggled with the question of my future, the meaning of my life - spoiled sheltered rich girl collides with great books and is devastated by her own banality.