All of her heart, a meaningless phrase, but correct and precise, too. She used her heart to love him, not her head, and not her words and not her thoughts or ideas or feelings or any other vehicle or object or device people use to deliver love or love-like things.

Desire is suffering. A simple equation, and a nice catchphrase. But flipped around, it is more troubling: suffering is desire.

Life is, to some extent, an extended dialogue with your future self about how exactly you are going to let yourself down over the coming years.

Time is a machine: it will convert your pain into experience... It will force you to move on and you will not have a choice in the matter.

At some point in your life, this statement will be true: tomorrow you will lose everything forever.

You haven’t experienced awkwardness until you’ve seen a three-million-dollar piece of software cry.

This is what I say: I've got good news and bad news. The good news is, you don't have to worry, you can't change the past. The bad news is, you don't have to worry, no matter how hard you try, you can't change the past. The universe just doesn't put up with that. We aren't important enough. No one is. Even in our own lives. We're not strong enough, willful enough, skilled enough in chronodiegetic manipulation to be able to just accidentally change the entire course of anything, even ourselves.