I stare hard at the tag. [...] The letters spin and reverse in my vision; I can't hold them down. As always, they elude me, just a series of meaningless lines and blots. (1.1.34)
"No one writes, no one reads, no one really even talks." (1.8.46)
"I like writing."
"Really? Do people still do that? [...] I mean is there still like... a book industry?"
I shrug. "Well... no. Not really. Good point, Nora." (1.10.132-1.10.136)