When it comes to meat, change is almost always cast as an absolute. You are a vegetarian or you are not.

Literature was the only religion her father practiced, when a book fell on the floor he kissed it, when he was done with a book he tried to give it away to someone who would love it.

It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.

I think it's very pretty. Can it be pretty if no one thinks it's pretty? I think it's pretty. If you're the only one? That's pretty pretty. And what about the boys? Don't you want them to think you're pretty? I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty.

I flipped back through the pad of paper while I thought about what Stephen Hawking would do next.

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.

He was someone whom everyone admired and liked but whom nobody knew. He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that you could recommend.