Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different.

I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.

I don't really care how people read. I care if people read.

I even tried to tell myself to live my best life today.

Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.