Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

This is so much fun, but I’m so sleepy. To be continued?

As far as I can tell, there are two basic (kissing) rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission. 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.

He liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.

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

That was the worst part about having cancer, sometimes: The physical evidence of disease separates you from other people.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war