We fell. We got up. We ran.

I leaned in toward her, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that we must kiss.

That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence

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 called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.

Read a lot. Read broadly... Tell stories to your friends, and pay attention to when they get bored... Write a lot.

When people call people nerds, mostly what they're saying is, 'you like stuff.' Which is not a good insult at all, like, 'you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human conscience.