He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.

Shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?

We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?

Wait, wait. I don't get it.' 'That is because you only have eight functioning brain cells.

Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.

Nothing to be gained by worrying between now and then.

Love is always a miracle, everywhere,every time. But for us, it's a little different. I don't want to say it's more miraculous,...It is though.