Books Belong To Their Readers.

I Kept It For Myself Like A Keepsake, As If Sharing The Memory Might Lead To Its Dissipation.

Margo Always Loved Mysteries. And In Everything That Came Afterward, I Could Never Stop Thinking That Maybe She Loved Mysteries So Much That She Became One.

But Even If We Survive The Collapse Of Our Sun, We Will Not Survive Forever.

I Would Always Love Alaska Young, My Crooked Neighbor, With All My Crooked Heart.

She Had The Kind Of Eyes That Predisposed You To Supporting Her Every Endeavor.