Rainbow Rowell

I don’t want to think about an after.’

Oliver’s Story had made the cut, but Love Story hadn’t. And Little Men was there, but not Little Women or Jo’s Boys.

Brains love poetry.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…’

“Look at her,” Cal said, “she’s a Betty.”

“Jungle fever is a thing,

Okay, I’m putting you before the comics, but make it quick.

There are people working up in the newsroom.”

“Do you talk to them?”

“No. But I read their e-mail.”

“It’s not right. How can people express themselves in a place like that? Knowing someone’s lurking in their thoughts.”

“I’m not in their thoughts. I’m in their computers, in the company’s computers.

Let hardship sharpen your blade, Simon.”

I’d trade my pixie for your vampire any day of the week. There’s no anathema to keep someone from being lethally irritating.”