“I think they’re in love.” Sam sniffed, as if the idea of it, love, was ridiculous. “You disapprove, I take it?” “Marx is always in love. He’s an emotional harlot. What does love even mean when you can find it with so many people and things?” “Marx is great,” Sadie said. “I think he’s lucky.”

“I think they’re in love.” Sam sniffed, as if the idea of it, love, was ridiculous. “You disapprove, I take it?” “Marx is always in love. He’s an emotional harlot. What does love even mean when you can find it with so many people and things?” “Marx is great,” Sadie said. “I think he’s lucky.”

— Gabrielle Zevin