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

-Do you think it's dirty money? -All money is dirty. If it were clean nobody would want it.

When everyone is determined to present someone as a monster, there are two possibilities: either he’s a saint or they themselves are not telling the whole story.

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

Keep your dreams, you never know when you might need them.

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory

I decided that my existence would be one of books and silence.