“I find the title How to Be Good. Curious, I open it up. I'm disappointed to find it's fiction.”

“It's okay," Puck says. She has a quick way of hiding her disappointment. If you're not looking for it, she's put it away somewhere before you know it was there. "You're busy." "No," I tell her. "No, I'll think about it. I'm not sure if I can get away." I don't know wheat I'm thinking. I cannot find the time to get away. I'm not a good dinner companion. But it's hard to think of that. Instead I'm wishing that I'd spoken sooner, before I'd seen her disappointment.”

“I'm curious how someone...finds God, or solace, or peace or whatever it is he finds out here alone...while he's reciting words. Is it just a matter of believing what you say?”

“I'm whining. It's unattractive, but I find I'm powerless to stop”

“Vee said," I'm trying to read the title he's holding…hang on…How to Be a Stalker." "He is not checking out a book with that title." But I wasn't so sure."It's either that or How to Radiate Sexy Without Trying.”

“I know there are people who don't read fiction at all, and I find it hard to understand how they can bear to be inside the same head all the time.”