“I typed in a single word: Vampre. Google asked, 'Did you mean vampire?' I said, 'Yes.”

“I once typed 'vagina dentata' into dictionary.com and it asked me, 'Did you mean giant anteater?”

“Rose Hathaway: "Was he right?”Dimitri Belikov: "Who?”Rose Hathaway: "Victor…he said it couldn't have worked. The necklace.”Dimitri Belikov: "What do you mean?”Rose Hathaway: "The spell. Victor said you had to want me…to care about me…for it to work. Did you? Did you want me?”Dimitri Belikov: "Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish…we could be together.”(Vampire Academy)”

“Google “brooklyn writer” and you’ll get, Did you mean: the future of literature as we know it?”

“You bit de Quincey," he said. "You fool. He's a vampire. You know what it means to bite a vampire." "I had no choice," said Will. "He was choking me.""I know," Jem said. "But really, Will. Again?”

“...he had simply typed the words something beautiful into the Google images box. Up came a picture of some leaves against the sun. A picture of a blonde photoshop-smooth woman and baby sleeping. A picture of a bird. A picture of Mother Teresa. A picture of a modernist building made of shiny metal. A picture of two people sticking knives into their own hands. Google is so strange. It promises everything, but everything isn’t there. You type in the words for what you need, and what you need becomes superfluous in an instant, shadowed instantaneously by the things you really need, and none of them answerable by Google”