Books are surviving in this intense, fragmented, hyper-accelerated present, and my sense and hope is that things will slow down again and people will want more time for a contemplative life. There is no way people can keep up this pace. No one is happy. Two or three hours to read should not be an unattainable thing, although I hope we get to that stage without needing a corporate sponsored app to hold our hand. The utopian in me has my fingers crossed that we haven't quite figured out the digital future just yet. After all, the one thing we know about people: they always surprise.

What else she doesn't know: that the man next to her would end up being her husband and the father of her two children, that after two years together he would leave her, her third and final heartbreak, and she would never love again.

You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?

The idea that America has cornered the market on anti-immigration is ridiculous. It's a global phenomenon.

She had reason to doubt him; he was real good at planning but real bad at doing.

You're the only person I've ever met who can stand a bookstore as long as I can.

Sometimes you just have to try, even if you know it won’t work.