As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

You cannot invent an algorithm that is as good at recommending books as a good bookseller, and that's the secret weapon of the bookstore - is that no algorithm will ever understand readers the way that other readers can understand readers.

She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.

I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

Most loves don't last. But some do.

We all romanticize the people we adore.