Just a gorgeous, impossible to put down book. You think you're tired of dystopia, and then this. It gave me the same feeling as the blurb on the back by Jessie Burton: "wistful for a world where I still live." I felt this way after reading Life As We Knew It, too. 
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 "No more Internet. No more social media, no more scrolling through litanies of dreams and nervous hopes and photographs of lunches, cries for help and expressions of contentment and relationship-status updates with heart icons whole or broken, plans to meet up later, pleas, complaints, desires, pictures of babies dressed as bears or peppers for Halloween. No more reading and commenting on the lives of others, and in so doing, feeling slightly less alone in the room. No more avatars." 
 "She started to explain her project to him again but the words stopped in her throat. 
 'You don't have to understand it,' she said. 'It's mine.' 
 "She knows there are traps everywhere that can make her cry, she knows the way she dies a little every time someone asks her for change and she doesn't give it to them means she's too soft for this world or perhaps just for this city, she feels so small here." 
 "Tesch seems to be someone who mistakes rudeness for intellectual rigor." 
 "Hell is the absence of the people you long for." 
 "'Adulthood's full of ghosts...I'm talking about these people who've ended up in one life instead of another and they are just so disappointed. Do you know what I mean? They've done what's expected of them. They want to do something different but it's impossible now, there's a mortgage, kids, whatever, they're trapped. Dan's like that...but I don't think he even realizes it. You probably encounter people like him all the time. High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially.'" 
 "...Frank standing on a stool on his wondrously functional pre-Libya legs, the bullet that would sever his spinal cord still twenty-five years away but already approaching: a woman giving birth to a child who will someday pull the trigger on a gun, a designer sketching the weapon or its precursor, a dictator making the decision that will spark in the fullness of time into the conflagration that Frank will go overseas to cover for Reuters, the pieces of a pattern drifting closer together." 
 "Clark had decided to also notify the ex-wives, even the most recent one whom he didn't like very much, because it seemed wrong to let them read about it in the newspaper; he had an idea -- too sentimental to speak aloud and he knew none of his divorced friends would ever own up to it -- that something must linger, a half-life of marriage, some sense memory of love even if obviously not the thing itself. He thought these people must mean something to one another, even if they didn't like one another anymore." 
 "Clark disliked the general state of unshavenness, partly for aesthetic reasons and partly because he was a believer in the broken-windows theory of urban-crime management, the way the appearance of dereliction can pave the way for more serious crimes." (I love this analogy I read about in The Tipping Point: How Little Things Can Make a Big Difference! I also think it's why you shouldn't let your house be all slovenly because "only you see it." It affects mindset!) 
 "the bearer of another unfathomable story about walking out of one world and into another" (hide spoiler)]