True confessions time: I used to keep a quotebook. I was a little bit famous for it. Even now, if I'm around the right group of folks and someone's extra clever, someone inevitably says, "Where's the quotebook? Come on! That was totally quotebook-worthy." (I found one of these the other day and laughed myself hoarse. Time capsules, that's what old notebooks are. A window right back in time.) I love little bits, little lines, consumable pieces of something deep and wide. I love to be able to remember a single line, like a sniff of a flower reminds you of