I hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren't happy and never will be.

Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened.

that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.

It's the student who makes the teacher, not the other way around.

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.