Time has taught me not to lose hope, yet not to trust too much in hope either.

Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursuing those who hurt us the most.

Everything in life in nonsense. it's just a question of persepctive

There are people you remember and people you dream of.

In fact I don't think of literature, or music, or any art form as having a nationality. Where you're born is simply an accident of fate. I don't see why I shouldn't be more interested in say, Dickens, than in an author from Barcelona simply because I wasn't born in the UK. I do not have an ethno-centric view of things, much less of literature. Books hold no passports. There's only one true literary tradition: the human.

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

The world's very small when you don't have anywhere to go.