You're a library of me.

…maybe the whole Internet will simply become like Facebook: falsely jolly, fake-friendly, self-promoting, slickly disingenuous….” - Zadie Smith

Nowadays, I know the true reason I read is to feel less alone, to make a connection with a consciousness other than my own.

Each couple is its own vaudeville act.

Sometimes, one wants to have the illusion that one is making ones own life, out of ones own resources.

The future's another country, man... And I still ain't got a passport.

It wasn't like the spare rooms of immigrants - packed to the rafters with all that they have ever possessed, no matter how defective or damaged, mountains of odds and ends - the stand testament to the fact that they have things now, where before they had nothing.