“We human beings build houses because we're alive but we write books because we're mortal. We live in groups because we're sociable but we read because we know we're alone. Reading offers a kind of companionship that takes no one's place but that no one can replace either. It offers no definitive explanation of our destiny but links us inextricably to life. Its tiny secret links remind us of how paradoxically happy we are to be alive while illuminating how tragically absurd life is.”
“We're miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentment and mortality.”
“We're not made to say goodbye. God didn't make us that way. We're eternal beings meant to live with him and those we love forever. So when we have to part with a loved one for a while because of death, it hurts.”
“That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?”
“My Dad says that we're the meanest to the ones we love because we know they'll still love us.”
“It's how we know we're alive," ginger said. "We grieve the dead.”