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The author seems to like the word 'Tumult'. Its a word that pops up quite often. Appropriate word for the situation I suppose.

This book is electric dynamite. I was worried that it would lose some of it's snap on the second read but the opposite proves to be true. I find myself slowing down and reading whole chapters all over again just to savour the words, the passion and the vivid roller coaster that this book is manifesting inside my head.

Rereading the book that made did it all for me. Always a bit it nervous to reread my favourites as i fear that they will stale and boring a second time around.

When someone asks you how you are you are meant to say FINE. You are not meant to say that you cried yourself to sleep last night because you hadn't spoken to another person in two consecutive days. FINE is what you say.

Eleanor Oliphant seems perfectly happy to just be herself. Its a shame she has to change in order to fit in for a while. I suppose we all want to be accepted by people, deep down.

"Such small coincidences can pepper a life with interest."

It had been quit a day. i felt drained, but something had crystallized in my mind . These new people, new adventures... this contact . I found it overwhelming, but, to my surprise, not at all unpleasant. Id coped surprisingly well, i thought. Id met new people, introduced myself to them, and we'd spent problem free social time together.

Shes Worrying about the pizza delivery while shes waiting for it to come. Relatable.

Really want to get into this book but after finishing the first story I've decided to listen to the audio version. Makes it easier to get what Gibson is trying to say. I've read a few books by Gibson but this seems to be the only one that i am not fully immersed in. I wonder if anyone else feels the same?

<spoiler>Good by-aye! she chanted, My american sweet immortal dead love; for she is dead and immortal if you are reading this. </spoiler>

I was not expecting to have such a strong reaction of grief and sadness when reading these lines. Nabokov has made me feel sorrow for this monster.

<spoiler>Good by-aye! she chanted, My american sweet immortal dead love; for she is dead and immortal if you are reading this. </spoiler>

I was not expecting to have such a strong reaction of grief and sadness when reading these lines. Nabokov has made me feel sorrow for this monster.

Words without experience are meaningless.

"I want to see everything now. And while none of it will be me when it goes in, after a while it will all gather together inside and it'll be me."

"This was all he wanted now. Some sign that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time needed to think all the things that must be thought."

Accept me.

"He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors.He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts.He was moving from an unreality into a reality that was frightening because it was new."

"A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man's mind".

"There are too many of us, he thought.There are billions of us and that's too many. Nobody knows anyone."

"How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; How many people do you know that refracted your own light back at you?"

"The Lord is my shepherd,' he recited softly. I shall not want for nothing. He makes me lie down in the green pastures. He greases up my head with oil. He gives me kung- fu in the face of my enemies. Amen'"

"Rita was gone. Alice Underwood was gone. New York was gone. America was gone. Even if they could defeat Randall Flagg, whatever they might make would never be the same as that world of dark streets and bright dreams"

<spoiler>Yay, Kojack's back! <spoiler></spoiler></spoiler>