It’s a waste of time, it’s a childish, tiring, stupid way of upsetting yourself. Have you ever noticed what people look like when they’re in love? They look either ill or stupid.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
What good will it have been to spend my entire youth in overheated libraries?—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
There’s no space for leisure in life. You’re either going up or down, end of story. And at a certain point in your life, you have to decide what you want to do with your time.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
I’m at peace: my favourite authors are all dead. They’re not likely to come along and rearrange my slippers or scribble in the margins.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Oh, well, perhaps you, when you look at a picture, you’re just happy to let your feelings respond to colours arranged in a certain order. That kind of romantic swooning isn’t my cup of tea. No, no. I have to have all the possible information, about even the tiniest picture.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
That’s a terrific idea. You have to give them that. Admit it. Thank you, I’m glad you agree.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
Whenever I see someone reading a book, especially if it is someone I don’t expect, I feel civilization has become a little safer.—Matt Haig, How to Stop Time. Highlighted
I have to do this for my kids. I mean—they’re not my kids. But they’re my kids.—Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary. Highlighted
You are a good human.—Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary. Highlighted