Jennifer

“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.”
― Groucho Marx

“He wished he could go back to the days when the novel first came to him, when it was still pouring from some untapped pool inside him. It had felt like finding a new lover- the obsession, the infatuation, his thoughts on nothing else, his characters infiltrating his dreams, his heart weightless with every new discovery, every sentence, ever scene. At times, Boris has felt it was the only thing keeping him alive”
― Lara Prescott, The Secrets We Kept

“Please,” she says. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
It’s an absurd request. Our minds, unedited by guilt or shame, are selfish and unkind, and the majority of our thoughts, at any given time, are not for public consumption, because they would either be hurtful or else just make us look like the selfish and unkind bastards that we are. We don’t share our thoughts, we share the carefully sanitized, watered-down versions of them, Hollywood adaptations of those thoughts dumbed down for the PG-13 crowd”
― Jonathan Tropper, This is Where I Leave You