Few things leave a deeper mark on the reader, than the first book that finds its way to his heart.

In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.

People talk too much. Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.

There's no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.

One can convert only a sinner, never a saint.

I was secretly convinced that with such a marvel one would be able to write anything, from novels to encyclopedias, and letters whose supernatural power would surpass any postal limitations--a letter written with that pen would reach the most remote corners of the world, even that unknowable place to which my father said my mother had gone and from where she would never return.

somethings can only be seen in the shadows