Help will always be given at Hogwarts, Harry, to those who ask for it. I’ve always prized myself on my ability to turn a phrase. Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it. But I would, in this case, amend my original statement to this: “Help would always be given at Hogwarts, to those who deserve it.” Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living. And above all, those who live without love.
-Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Quentin: Margo, where have you been?
Margo: Everywhere. Nowhere. You have to get lost before you find yourself.
Quentin: People were worried about you.
Margo: No, they weren’t.
Quentin: I was.
From the film Paper Towns – this dialogue only took place in Quentin’s dream.
“Earth seemed a dessert I was bound to traverse, seeking to find the old familiar faces.” Charles Lamb wrote. I feel I have been searching for the old familiar faces for many years now, and I can’t quite account for why I recognise these as yours. But I do.
Do you suppose it’s possible for us to already belong to someone before we’ve met them? If so, I belong to you, or you to me, or me simply to the spirit I found among you on Guernsey. That is as good a definition of family as any I know. I wish you all peace, and hope that if books do have the power to bring people together, this one may work its magic.
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday, that’s guaranteed. And I can’t begin to explain that. Or the craziness inside myself and everybody else, but guess what.
Sunday is my favourite day again.
Silver Linings Playbook
We are all responsible. So the question is what do we do with that responsibility? Can we embrace it?
As individuals we can limit the flood of data that we’re leaking all over the place. But there’s no silver bullet. There’s no way to go off the grid. So, you have to understand how your data is affecting your life. Our dignity as humans is at stake.
But the hardest part in all of this is that these wreckage sites and crippling divisions begin with the manipulation of one individual. Then another, and another.
I can’t help but ask myself, can I be manipulated? Can you?
-Notes from The Great Hack
“Sometimes, all you need is permission to feel.
Sometimes, what causes the most pain is actually the attempt to resist feeling, or the shame that grows up like thorns around it.”
-The Lonely City, Olivia Laing