I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

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

Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.

Envy is the religion of the mediocre

Coincidences are the scars of fate.

In small towns, news travels at the speed of boredom.

Time curses all, I thought, except the truth.