I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living.

Muhammad brought the promise that anyone could find fulfillment and everlasting life through allegiance to the one true God. The Buddah held out hope that the suffering could be transcended. Jesus brought the message that even the last shall be first, that even the tax collectors and lepers - the outcasts - had cause for hope. And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope.

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

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.

People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone.

She was loved deeply, but not widely