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come on, sweetheart let’s adore one another before there is no more of you and me. —RUMI
She is thirty-one years old and she thinks she should have met someone by now.
Her mother likes to say that novels have ruined Amelia for real men.
No Man Is an Island; Every Book Is a World
but what, in this life, is more personal than books?
The most annoying thing about it is that once a person gives a shit about one thing, he finds he has to start giving a shit about everything.
“You’re both black but not the same kind of black.”
“Why are you crying?” “I was reading,”
“Sometimes books don’t find us until the right time.”
But it’s forcing kids to read books like that that make them think they hate reading.”
I always wanted to try the Turkish Delight in Narnia. When I read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe as a boy, I used to think that Turkish Delight must be incredibly delicious if it made Edmund betray his family,” A.J. says. “I guess I must have told my wife this, because one year Nic gets a box for me for the holidays. And it turned out to be this powdery, gummy candy. I don’t think I’ve ever been so disappointed in my entire life.”
Books are for nerds,” A.J. says. “Nerds like us.”
Someday, you do not know when, you will be driving down a road. And someday, you do not know when, he, or indeed she, will be there. You will be loved because for the first time in your life, you will truly not be alone. You will have chosen to not be alone.”
(Is a twist less satisfying if you know it’s coming? Is a twist that you can’t predict symptomatic of bad construction?
Someday, you may think of marrying. Pick someone who thinks you’re the only person in the room.
her mother had sent her new underwear in the mail every other month. Amelia had not once had to buy underwear her whole life. Recently, she had found herself standing in the lingerie department at TJ Maxx, and as she went through the panty bin, she had begun to cry: No one will ever love me that much again.
Those books are like old friends.
He is thinking about his brain. It strikes him that it is odd to have to use the thing that may not be working to consider the thing that isn’t working.
My brain is broken, by the way.”
Things to Read before My Brain Stops Working.”
A man is not his own island.
The words you can’t find, you borrow. We read to know we’re not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone. My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart.
Today I am thoughts without words.
“We aren’t the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.”
he loves books, has always loved books. He believes that they saved his life.
