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.

I decided that my existence would be one of books and silence.

I've always thought that anyone who needs to join a herd so badly must be a bit of a sheep himself.

The greatest multiplex in the universe is inside your mind, and the only ticket you need is a good, well-written novel.

I looked up towards the immensity of the labyrinth. "How does one choose a single book among so many?" Isaac shrugged his shoulders. 'Some like to believe it's the book that chooses the person...destiny, in other words.

Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.