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This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

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the quiet time that a failure allows you

“How do you get over a failure?”

“I think you mean a public failure. Because we all fail in private. I failed with you, for example, but no one posted an online review about it, unless you did. I fail with my wife and with my son. I fail in my work every day, but I keep turning over the problems…

—p.219 Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow PIVOTS (211) by Gabrielle Zevin
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Love Doppelgängers was a terrible title

Everyone knew Love Doppelgängers was a terrible title, but no one knew what to call it instead. They had lived with the title for so long that it had almost become good by sheer virtue of repetition and familiarity. It was not, in fact, good. As Sam said to Marx, “Love Doppelgängers is an excellent…

—p.213 PIVOTS (211) by Gabrielle Zevin
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for the time to have been worthwhile

Several months later, Abe would go away on tour, and that marked the end of that particular relationship. She did not regret having dated Abe, or that it had ended. She felt, in a way, that she finally understood Marx (though he was now effectively settled down with Zoe). Long relationships might b…

—p.192 BOTH SIDES (177) by Gabrielle Zevin
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the pain is in your head

Sam’s doctor said to him, “The good news is that the pain is in your head.”

But I am in my head, Sam thought.

Sam knew the foot was gone. He could see it was gone. He knew what he was experiencing was a basic error in programming, and he wished he could open up his brain and delete the bad co…

—p.190 BOTH SIDES (177) by Gabrielle Zevin
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she could avoid compromising in her work

By eleven-thirty, Sadie was in her pajamas, teeth brushed and flossed, ready to go to bed. She wondered if this was what other twenty-three-year-olds’ Friday nights were like. When she was forty, would she lament that she hadn’t had sex with more people and partied more? But then, she didn’t enjoy …

—p.137 UNFAIR GAMES (125) by Gabrielle Zevin