I think you learn more if you're laughing at the same time.

I am to cover the philosophical side of the debate and so far my only thought is that reading keeps you from going gaga.

In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown

Those times, I tried to think of something happy, something I'd liked - but not something I loved, for that made it worse.

Isola doesn't approve of small talk and believes in breaking the ice by stomping on it.

Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true.

‎What a blight that woman is. Do you happen to know why? I lean toward a malignant fairy at her christening.