Everything can be forgiven in this world, save telling the truth.

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

The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.

. . .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 had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.

In this world the only opinion that holds court is prejudice.