I’m a total atheist, and for me it’s just about trying to find something that rises above the banal day-to-day bullshit of living.

Miriam realizes she is a broken vessel, pieces of her scattered everywhere. She has been finding those pieces, in their many forms, and bringing them together so she can be whole again.

She has often felt that her outsides were too dull for her insides, that deep within her there was something better than what everyone else could see.

School is consonantal in its unchanging schedule. God, full of possibility, is a vowel. Death: the ultimate consonant.

I’m a total atheist, and for me it’s just about trying to find something that rises above the banal day-to-day bullshit of living.

The Curious Incident brims with imagination, empathy, and vision — plus it's a lot of fun to read.

As much as I admire and value intellectualism and experimentation, I've discovered that unless a book has a throbbing heart as well as a sexy brain, I feel like the story is a specimen in a sealed glass jar and not a living, breathing creature I want to take by the hand and talk to for hours on end.