God gives us life, but the world's landlord is the devil.

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.

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

Silence makes idiots seem wise even for a minute.

Those were the words she wanted to hear and she finally surrendered to the temptation of believing them.

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

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