A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?

There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like all the books are fighting against decay, against turning into dust, and at the same time fighting for attention.

It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself

We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, “Aha. Of course. That's right.”

Friends help friends fight pixies.