“The nature of the universe probably depends heavily on who is the actual protagonist. Lately I've been suspecting it's one of my cats.”

“Love is sublime, truly, a precious gift. But also, alas, one of God's little pranks. It's naive of you to confuse love with happiness, as if they were somehow the samae thing. In fact love, once found, is more akin to gravity: too strong, too close, and it will crush you. Unless you're careful, always.”

“I burst out crying because I realized something right then and there: death was going to take her someday. Because she'd grow old and wrinkly, you see, and fill up with pain until it extinguished her, and it just ... seemed intolerable. Shouldn't it? I mean, even a diamond is forever, and a diamond can't grip your finger.”

“Deep layers of context are missed when cursorily reading for quantity at the expense of comprehension - only the vapid are impressed by those who try to squeeze as many books as possible into each passing month as if shoving one more oiled hot dog down the gullet in a food eating contest to prove accumulation superiority.”

“I want to die in my sleep like my friend...Not yelling like the passengers in his car.”

“The ugly fact is books are made out of books, the novel depends for its life on the novels that have been written.”

“I have found that the key to being happy — well, one of the keys, anyway — is to be easily amused,”