“Likewise, I would never be so rude as to not interrupt a friend. How else would she know I was listening?”

“The thing about love is that we can't control whether we get it, but we can control whether we give it. And each feels as good as the other. Your heart doesn't know if it's loving a man, a book, or a puppy. If your heart were that smart, it would be your brain.”

“I read, therefore, I matter.”

“She kept an eye on the horizon, or where she thought it was, and understood that not everything that existed could be seen. Not every border was clear.”

“She realised that letting someone go was setting them free.”

“Even people who counted their blessings never counted them in the morning. For one thing, there wasn't time.”

“Do you know what they call people who hoard books? Smart.”