Welcome to Facelessbook: an antisocial network. - Lev Grossman

Everywhere you looked there was so much richness, you could never exhaust it. Maybe it was all a game, that got crumpled up and thrown away at the end, but while you were here it was real.

Maybe this was one of those times when being a hero didn’t involve looking particularly brave. It was just doing what you should.

His crush went from exciting to depressing, as if he’d gone from the first blush of infatuation to the terminal nostalgia of a former lover without even the temporary relief of an actual relationship in between.