How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth. I know it sucks, but in a way, it's good....Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?

She waited for me to play out the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the breadcrumb tail until it dead-ended into her.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

Don't swear in the Literal Heart of Jesus.

You cannot invent an algorithm that is as good at recommending books as a good bookseller.

They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.