It was never worth worrying about someone you didn't love. And it wasn't love if you didn't worry. - Gabrielle Zevin

To be alive was to accept that your were fundamentally alone.

It has meaning to me. And the longer I do this (bookselling, yes, of course, but also living if that isn't too awfully sentimental), the more I believe that this is what the point of it all is. To connect, my dear little nerd. Only connect.

...she doesn't want to become the kind of person who thinks that good news can only come from calls one was already expecting and callers one already knows