Silence makes idiots seem wise even for a minute.

. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.

The wider the author's arsenal of tools and the better technically equipped the storyteller is, the better the tale will be.

As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let myself be imbued with the smell, with the light that filtered through the cracks or from the glass lanterns embedded in the wooden structure, floating among mirrors and shadows.

The greatest multiplex in the universe is inside your mind, and the only ticket you need is a good, well-written novel.

... deep down nobody is bad, only frightened.