Memories are worse than bullets.

Whenever it poured like this, Max felt as if time was pausing. It was like a cease-fire during which you could stop whatever you were doing and just stand by a window for hours, watching the performance, an endless curtain of tears falling from heaven.

... , listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to one another, and to nobody else.

A good liar knows that the most efficient lie is always a truth that has had a key piece removed from it.

I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.

Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

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.