It turns out that there is something that can compete with free: easy.

My ultimate goal is to drive people back to the books, when I think of an adaptation.

Everybody wanted to be the hero of their own story. Nobody wanted to be comic relief.

About as close you can get to the perfect cerebral thriller: searingly smart, ridiculously funny, and fast as hell... I defy anybody to read the first page and not keep going to the last.

As a teenager in Brooklyn Quentin had often imagined himself engaged in martial heroics, but after this he knew, as a cold immutable fact, that he would do anything necessary, sacrificing whatever or whomever he had to, to avoid risking exposure to physical violence. Shame never came into it. He embraced his new identity as a coward. He would run in the other direction. He would lie down and cry and put his arms over his head or play dead. It didn't matter what he had to do, he would do it and be glad.

It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.

Careful what you hunt, lest you catch it.