All of life’s in a sports memoir,” she says. “You practice hard and you succeed, but eventually your body gives out and it’s over.
No somos las cosas que acumulamos, adquirimos, leemos. Durante el tiempo que nos es dado vivir, somos solo amor. Las cosas que hemos amado. Las personas que hemos amado. Eso, es lo que realmente perdura.
Harvey ha muerto, y por un instante Amelia considera la posibilidad de hacer un mal chiste presentando la otra vida como una especie de empresa a la que Harvey se ha incorporado.
Take heart, Maya. As a bookseller, I assure you that prizewinning can be somewhat important for sales but rarely matters much in terms of quality.
Always with a book and content at home or at the store.
They know there’s no such thing as perfect.
Most of our customers have rather liked The Book Thief.
He settles on the Green Animals Topiary Garden in Portsmouth.
The loss of his mind has turned out to be a curiously pain-free process. He feels that it ought to hurt more.
Yo odio los libros de coleccionista. Toda esa gente que se vuelve loca por armazones de papel. Lo importante son las ideas, amigo. Las palabras.
I do not like anything over four hundred pages or under one hundred fifty pages.
The wallpaper has a bumpy, swirling pattern, and it is pleasing to rub her face against it. She will read the word damask in a book one day and think, Yes, of course that’s what it’s called. In contrast, the word wainscoting will come as a huge disappointment.
When your mother is worrying about something, it means that you won’t have to.
The other interns have left, and your eyes are beginning to spill over. The hell with it, you think. No one’s here. It’s better that you cry before you drive. Miami’s confusing to navigate at night, and they haven’t invented Google Maps yet.
I mean, I’m not not a feminist. I mean, I believe I’m a human before I’m a woman.” You say this because you are young, and because you have the wrong idea about feminism.
In this world, to be overly literal is a profound weakness.
Las cubiertas son las cenicientas de las editoriales. Les echamos la culpa de todo.
Sometimes, you fact-check and research the congressman’s speeches. The year is 1999, and you seem to be the only one in the office who knows how to perform an Internet search properly. “You’re a wizard, Aviva,” says the supervisor.
A woman. She liked this band called The Cure, and she thought it would be cool if she pierced my ear.” Maya thinks about this. “Did you have a parrot?” “I didn’t. I had a girlfriend.” “Could the parrot talk?” “No, because there wasn’t a parrot.” She tries to trick him. “What was the parrot’s name?” “There wasn’t a parrot.” “But if there was one, what would his name have been?
You will be standing in that square forever. You will wear that “A” until you’re dead. You consider your options. You have no options.