Some like to believe it's the book that chooses the person.

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory

I think you judge yourself too severely, a quality that always distinguishes people of true worth.

Army, Marriage, the Church, and Baking: the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse. Fermin Romero de Torres - The Shadow of the Wind.

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

We are willing to believe anything other than the truth.

Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true.