I wonder if and how Snape would have approached the situation differently if Harry had been born a girl, who looked just like his mother.
Working at a bookstore is actually like working at a paper cut factory
A lot of the time I’d get that feeling like I was in the middle of a huge black ocean, or in deep space, but not in the fascinating way. It’s just that everything was incredibly far away from me. It was worst at night. I started inventing things, and then I couldn’t stop, like beavers, which I know about. People think they cut down trees so they can build dams, but in reality it’s because their teeth never stop growing, and if they didn’t constantly file them down by cutting through all of those trees, their teeth would start to grow into their own faces, which would kill them. That’s how my brain was.
Studying the complexities of the mind… won’t take you beyond the mind, just as the study of madness isn’t enough to create sanity.
Arrange your books by size.
Arrange your books by color.
Arrange them by how badly they have hurt you.
This one made me cry,
this one made me wander the city at night,
looking for ghosts,
looking for You even though You have never existed.
This one taught me how to write.
This one taught me to dream.
Arrange your books by urgency,
by passion, by lust, by horror.