I throw dust jackets away immediately, because I think they’re an abomination and books look and feel better without them. And then I dog-ear the pages because it gives them character.

I must be extra chaotic extra evil.

Men are always interrupting women while they’re loading 1,500 pounds of gravel into their cars, and I’m sick of it.

I think the Danish word Hygge contains this coziness-to-exterior-inhospitability quotient