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

Do you arrange your books alphabetically? (I hope not.)

Think of it! We could have gone on longing for one another and pretending not to notice forever. This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it.

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

What on earth did you say to Isola? She stopped in on her way to pick up Pride and Prejudice and to berate me for never telling her about Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Why hadn't she known there were better love stories around? Stories not riddled with ill-adjusted men, anguish, death and graveyards!

We read books, talked books, argued over books and became dearer and dearer to one another.

Moses: God or crowd control?!?