I think today will be the day. Today our luck will change,' I proclaimed on the wings of the first coffee of the day, pure optimism in a liquid state.

Don Basilio was a forbidding-looking man with a bushy mustache who did not suffer fools and who subscribed to the theory that the liberal use of adverbs and adjectives was the mark of a pervert or someone with a vitamin deficiency.

Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.

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

We exist as long as somebody remembers us.

People with a meagre soul always try to make others feel small too.

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.