There ain't nobody in the world like book people. It's a business of gentlemen and gentlewomen. - Gabrielle Zevin

The day my father shook my hand, I knew I was a writer.

When she was forty, would she lament that she hadn't had sex with more people and partied more? But then, she didn't enjoy many people, and she had never gone to a party that she wasn't eager to leave. She hated being drunk, though she did enjoy smoking a joint every now and then. She liked playing games, seeing a foreign movie, a good meal. She liked going to bed early and waking up early. She liked working. She liked that she was good at her work, and she felt proud of the fact that she was well paid for it.

He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.