I find the title How to Be Good. Curious, I open it up. I'm disappointed to find it's fiction.

there is something intriguing about knowing how things are going to turn out, but being constantly surprised about how they'll get there.

I tell myself I’m fine on my own, but am I? No friends to fall back on, no relationships, no support. Left to my own devices, I have no devices.

I will take a new approach to death, because what is important about death is not the dead. It’s the living. Those of us left behind.

All I have besides food is grief.

If you don’t know how to deal with emotion, other people’s feelings can hit you like a drug.

I preferred to think of myself as a cat. If I think of my behavior as cat behavior instead of people behavior, it pretty much always makes sense.

I've lied all my life. I'm just now learning how to tell the truth, and I'm not going to start playing games again, especially not with you.

She'd been pounding her location and thoughts into a device that would send those things to virtually any human with Internet access and yet looking over her shoulder had been a violation of privacy.

For the right woman? I'd like to think I'd do just about anything.

Any star can be devoured by human adoration, sparkle by sparkle.

The fact is that when it comes to judgment as to what should be secret and what should not be secret, Julian Assange's judgment has been pretty good so far.

There are various kinds of savagery: emotional, spiritual, economic, and cultural savagery.

We're so saturated with propaganda every way you look that we don't notice it. But when it isn't there, you notice.

When moral courage feels that it is in the right, there is no personal daring of which it is incapable.

The repercussions of one person living in stubborn gladness are incalculable.

But because we've all been readers, we know what the experience is like, and we hope that what certain writers have given to us, we will give to someone.