And here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything.

Well, this is a story about books." About books?" About accursed books, about a man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of anovel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind." You talk like the jacket blurb of a Victorian novel, Daniel." That's probably because I work in a bookshop and I've seen too many. But this is a true story.

It was a well-known fact that the richness of buttery foods led to the moral ruin and confusion of the intellect.

Contrary to what you believe, the earth does not revolve around the desires of your crotch.

We had yet to learn that the Devil created youth so that we could make our mistakes, and that God established maturity and old age so that we could pay for them.

I've always said that idleness dulls the spirit. We have to keep the brain busy, or at least the hands if we don't have a brain.

Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go.