One mustn't dream of one's future; one must earn it.

Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.

Nothing important is learned; it is simply remembered.

A man must have vices, expensive ones if possible. Otherwise when he reaches old age he will have nothing to be redeemed from.

It's only worth staying in bed if you're young and in good company.

We think we understand a song's lyrics but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music

Well, this is a story about books." About books?" About accursed books, about a man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of anovel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind." You talk like the jacket blurb of a Victorian novel, Daniel." That's probably because I work in a bookshop and I've seen too many. But this is a true story.