Okay, maybe I'm not such a shitty writer. But I can't pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.

I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointments in the Department of Having a Voice that Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.

Hank, when people call people nerds mostly what they're saying is,'You like stuff'.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

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.

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.