"Her heart was heavy because it was open, and so things filled it, and so things rushed out of it, but still the heart kept beating, tough and fright… - Helen Oyeyemi

I was born, and then I was quietly resentful of that fact for a few years...but then I went to a library and it was okay.

"Jesus doesn’t have lips as big as yours, and his skin is fair. How can you ever be as good as him on the outside when there’s nothing of him on your face?” (Page 246)

Solitary people, these book lovers. I think it's swell that there are people you don't have to worry about when you don't see them for a long time, you don't have to wonder what they do, how they're getting along with themselves. You just know that they're all right, and probably doing something they like.