You get to be wiser by storying the world and seeing it through other forms of consciousness than your own.

Sometimes the course of our lives depends on what we do or don't do in a few seconds, a heartbeat, when we either seize the opportunity, or just miss it. Miss the moment and you never get a chance again.

I don't actually think “true love” is such a good term because love can only be true. If it isn't true it can't be love.

We resent being faced with facts we'd prefer to ignore as much as being wrongly accused of doing something we haven't.

History dies without the present. There is no future without the path made to it by the past.

Love, being in love, isn’t a constant thing. It doesn’t always flow at the same strength. It’s not always like a river in flood. It’s more like the sea. It has tides, it ebbs and flows. The thing is, when love is real, whether it’s ebbing or flowing, it’s always there, it never goes away. And that’s the only proof you can have that it is real, and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy

I cannot live without reading.