Madmen always think it's the others who are mad.

I swim against the tide because I like to annoy.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

Julian spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.

One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isn’t aware of it.

I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss. In my ..reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and second hand dreams

Disarmed, I realized how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you've deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as such.