Nicole

“I’ve been thinking, JB wrote. When you fall in love with a book, is it the character or the author you’re falling in love with? HungryGhost: I mean, I guess both? JB: And only one of them is real. True, I admitted. JB: And the fake one is the only one you get to actually know. But you can kind of feel the author under there, beneath the surface of the fake world you’re inhabiting. Their imagination is the water you’re swimming in, the air you’re breathing. They’ve made every table and every chair and every person in the whole book. I couldn’t breathe. JB: I’m just saying, even if everything you wrote me was a lie (and I know, not ALL of it was a lie, but even if it was!), then in some sense I would still know you, at least as well as I feel I know Neal Stephenson or William Gibson or whatever, and honestly, I feel like I know them better than I know anyone in the world. Do you know what I mean?”
― Rufi Thorpe, Margo's Got Money Troubles

“It was always better, she believed, to wear something you couldn’t look bad in than something you could only sometimes look great in.”
― Rufi Thorpe, Margo's Got Money Troubles

“Look, Margo, I don’t have any idea who you are now. You know every single little thing about me, and I don’t know anything about you.”
― Rufi Thorpe, Margo's Got Money Troubles

“I get that,” he said. “But there have been so many points since the beginning! You could have said, ‘Hey, I lied to you, and I want to tell you the truth now.”
― Rufi Thorpe, Margo's Got Money Troubles