She was seventeen, her entire life shining on her lips.

Few things leave a deeper mark on the reader, than the first book that finds its way to his heart.

Whoever said that childhood is the happiest time of your life is a liar, or a fool.

Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate. There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires.

I think you judge yourself too severely, a quality that always distinguishes people of true worth.

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.

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