Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.

Music, I think, he makes me feel like music

Po flickered. "Thank you?" it repeated. "What is that?" Liesl thought. "It means, You were wonderful," she said. "It means, I couldn't have done it without you.

And even though I'm standing in the middle of the biggest crowd I've ever seen in my life, I suddenly feel very alone.

But...books are so much more. Some of them are webs; you can feel your way along their threads, but just barely, into strange and dark corners. Some of them are balloons bobbing up through the sky: totally self-contained, and unreachable, but beautiful to watch. And some of them―the best ones―are doors.

i feel like a curtain has dropped away and i'm seeing people for who they really are, different, and sharp, and unknowable.

The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well