The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.

The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

The whole thing was the precise opposite of what I figured it would be: slow and patient and quiet and neither particularly painful nor particularly ecstatic

Every paper girl needs at least one string.

Ultimately what I like about reading together is that we all make it happen together. Of course even amid shared experience we’re still alone… each reading of each book is unique. But what a comfort it is to share readings and experiences. How lucky we are when we get to be alone together.

I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.

You cannot invent an algorithm that is as good at recommending books as a good bookseller.