Envy is the religion of the mediocre

Death does that: it makes everyone feel sentimental. When we stand in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we want to see.

I don't belong to any side. What's more, I think flags are nothing but painted rags that represent rancid emotions. Just seeing someone wrapped up in one of them, spewing out hymns, badges and speeches, gives me the runs. I've always thought that anyone who needs to join a herd so badly must be a bit of a sheep himself

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

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

People only disappear when they have somewhere to go