I like how books let you into another world, but how it's secret. Like, when you read, the world you see is different from the one someone else sees when they read the same words. It's just yours.

In the practice of exchanging self & other, paradoxes abound.

Every big computing disaster has come from taking too many ideas and putting them in one place.

In my family, misery didn't just love company, it wanted hostages.

We were going to have an all-day drinking binge. Gonna ride our bikes, hang out... do naughty things. But I started feeling this overwhelming guilt.

People want jobs, but nobody has a recipe for how to get them. And so they are trying different things.

Evie didn’t mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.

Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is that she has made of my life.

Of Virginia Woolf: The talent of this generation which is most certain of survival.

The excuses we make destroy the results we deserve

First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.