The greatest multiplex in the universe is inside your mind, and the only ticket you need is a good, well-written novel.

I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.

. . .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.

And here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything.

We exist as long as somebody remembers us.

You young people never say anything. And us old folks don't know how to stop talking.

There was no more good or evil in this world than we imagine there to be, either out of greed or out of innocence. Or sometimes madness.