Usually I have a main book I’m reading and two or three others that I read every so often. For the last year I have been reading Moby-Dick and The Book of Laughter and Forgetting.

When I come across a good chain of sentences, I let them live in my brain for a while. Here’s one from Laughter that I guess will live inside my brain for the rest of my life:

She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with walls and become a house she can live in. Because if the tottering structure of her memories collapses like a clumsily pitched tent, all that Tamina will be left with is the present, that invisible point, that nothingness moving slowly toward death.