People only disappear when they have somewhere to go

Death does that: it makes everyone feel sentimental. When we stand in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we want to see.

Childhood devotions make unfaithful and fickle lovers.

I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.

People only disappear when they have somewhere to go

Theory is the practice of the impotent.

Contrary to what you believe, the earth does not revolve around the desires of your crotch.