Great book. The language is beautiful.

No one is there. A great quietness rules in this blossoming quadrangle, the sun lies warm on the heavy grey stones, I place my hand upon them and feel the warmth. At the right-hand corner the green cathedral spire ascends into the pale blue sky of the evening. Between the glowing columns of the cloister is the cool darkness that only churches have, and I stand there and wonder whether, when I am twenty, I shall have experienced the bewildering emotions of love.

The image is alarmingly near; it touches me before it dissolves in the light of the next star-shell.

Very weird book. VERY weird. It wasn't so bad, though. I haven't got any pages earmarked for quotes.

A pretty good one. Feels sort of like a John Grisham book in that you read it fast. No earmarks.

This guy writes a bit like a poet, except he's actually a somewhat famous physicist. I liked this book a lot.

When I was studying for my doctorate in Padua, Mario Tonin taught us theoretical physics. He told us he thought that every week the good Lord reads Physical Review D, the celebrated physics journal. Whenever He comes across an idea He likes, shazam! He puts it into practice, rearranging universal laws accordingly.

Read this one in high school, and again in university of my own will. This is a good book. I think most high school books are good, and the stigma around them isn't really deserved.

You aint got but two shells. Maybe just one. And they'll hear the shot.
Yes they will. But you wont.
How do you figure that?
Because the bullet travels faster than sound. It will be in your brain before you can hear it. To hear it you will need a frontal lobe and things with names like colliculus and temporal gyrus and you wont have them anymore. They'll just be soup.