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

... deep down nobody is bad, only frightened.

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

Money is like any other virus: once it has rotted the soul of the person who houses it, it sets off in search of new blood.

Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.

Over time, loneliness gets inside you and doesn't go away.

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