Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
That’s always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they’re pretty. It’s like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.
Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we’re quoting.
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane
Books are the ultimate Dumpees: put them down and they’ll wait for you forever; pay attention to them and they always love you back.
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world…but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.