Rachel

“or like Jeff Goldblum says in Jurassic Park, “Life finds a way.”
― David Lipsky, Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip with David Foster Wallace

“Dorothy used to love email, used to have long, meaningful, occasionally thrilling email correspondences that involved the testing of ideas and the exchange of videos and music links. Email had been the way that she and the people she knew or was getting to know had crafted personas, narrated events, made sense of their lives. That way of life, alas, had ended. Long emails had ceased being the preferred mode of storytelling among her peers, or perhaps they no longer had so much to say to one another, and emails, though sealed with perfunctory hugs and kisses, had become businesslike. Sending a thoughtful email that she had drafted over several days and edited would, she knew, be a form of aggression; it would be foisting unpaid labor, a homework assignment, on a friend.”
― Christine Smallwood, The Life of the Mind

“He would spend a lot of time in Aaron’s office, though never for the typical reasons a restless boy might be compelled to see the principal: cheating, pot brownies, AOL unkindness.”
― Jean Hanff Korelitz, The Latecomer

“And isn’t every letter a love letter?”
― Chris Kraus, I Love Dick