I love the idea of books being more than books, or being, rather, something other than books.

We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary. The books in my father's shed were sighing. The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna's breathing. I thought about waking her. but it was unnecessary. There would be other nights. And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you... It's always necessary. I love you.

We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe.

Yesterday I wanted to turn inside out.

It seems entirely possible to me that horrible things can be going on without us becoming horrible people.

Factory farming, of course, does not cause all the world's problems, but is is remarkable just how many of them intersect there.

The books could be completely worthless, and things we don't even read now could be considered the most important books.