Making money isn't hard in itself... What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.

One can convert only a sinner, never a saint.

I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.

It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for human beings. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

Normal people bring children into the world; we novelists bring books. We are condemned to put our whole lives into them, even though they hardly ever thank us for it. We are condemned to die in their pages and sometimes even to let our books be the ones who, in the end, will take our lives.

He didn't know whether we created God in our own image or whether God created us without quite knowing what he was doing. He believed that God, or whatever brought us here, lives in each of our deeds, in each of our words, and manifests himself in all those things that show us to be more than mere figures of clay.

Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.