somethings can only be seen in the shadows

Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.

It might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny.

In the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner. Every book you see here has been somebody’s best friend.

When everyone is determined to present someone as a monster, there are two possibilities: either he’s a saint or they themselves are not telling the whole story.

A good friend once told me that the problems are like cockroaches. If drawn to light, they'll get scared.

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