“Temple, who was driving, suddenly faltered and wept. “I’ve read that libraries are where immortality lies. . . . I don’t want my thoughts to die with me. . . . I want to have done something. . . . I’m not interested in power, or piles of money. I want to leave something behind. I want to make a posi…”— Oliver Sacks, amazon.com
“We are in fact uncovering nothing less than a kind of hidden, universal language: a nucleus of situations and figures which are the very stuff from which stories are made.”— Christopher Booker, amazon.com
“A man on a park bench has a lonely final look, as if to say: Reduce humanity to its ultimate particles and you end here; beyond this single separate being you cannot go.”— Randall Jarrell, amazon.com
“I would have scratched until I'd stripped away all of her skin, peeled off layers of dermis and epidermis and sebaceous glands, picked away at the backbone and spine, I would have played around with the vertebrae had not Nina said, 'Softer, you're hurting me.'”— David Shields, Walter Jaffe, amazon.com