Books

Educated by Tara Westover

"My life was narrated for me by others. Their voices were forceful, emphatic, absolute. It had never occurred to me that my voice might be as strong as theirs."

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

"At an early age I learned that people make mistakes, and you have to decide if their mistakes are bigger than your love for them."

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories by Ken Liu

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

"And the air was full of Thoughts and Things to Say. But at times like these, only the Small Things are ever said. Big Things lurk unsaid inside."

Moonwalking with Einstein by Joshua Foer

Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng

"One had followed the rules, and one had not. But the problem with rules... was that they implied a right way and a wrong way to do things. When, in fact, most of the time they were simply ways, none of them quite wrong or quite right, and nothing to tell you for sure what side of the line you stood on."

Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis by J.D. Vance

"Psychologists call it “learned helplessness” when a person believes, as I did during my youth, that the choices I made had no effect on the outcomes in my life."

The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah

"If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are."

Moby-Dick by Herman Melville

"There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody's expense but his own."

All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

"And is it so hard to believe that souls might also travel those paths? That her father and Etienne and Madame Manec and the German boy named Werner Pfennig might harry the sky in flocks, like egrets, like terns, like starlings? That great shuttles of souls might fly about, faded but audible if you listen closely enough? They flow above the chimneys, ride the sidewalks, slip through your jacket and shirt and breastbone and lungs, and pass out through the other side, the air a library and the record of every life lived, every sentence spoken, every word transmitted still reverberating within it."

When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi

"I began to realize that coming in such close contact with my own mortality had changed both nothing and everything."