“I love to sleep. My astrological sign is the sloth.”

“Are you going to redye it?" "No. My mother hates it, so I'm going to keep it," I said.”

“...And as if she had opened a hidden door, I felt the patterned surface break and give way, and the words let me in. I still loved opening a book and feeling like I was physically entering the page, the ordinary world fizzing and blurring around the edges until it disappeared.”

“There is something absent in me, I thought. Something incomplete. Even my mother couldn't describe me. There was something empty in me that in other people was full.”

“The intriguing thing about playing Scrabble is that as soon as the board is set up in front of me, I don't know any words. Other than cat and bat and rat, everything disappears from the language drawer in my brain. My mother, on the other hand, who normally speaks English like a regular person, spells things like qiviut ("wool of the muskox") and hake.”

“My mother says that some books are good no matter when you read them, and some are good at a particular moment; they come into your life at just the right time.”

“I had just wanted to be part of a story; I wanted to be a person who had a story to tell.”