somethings can only be seen in the shadows

How many lost souls do You need, Lord, to satisfy Your hunger? the hatter asked. God, in His infinite silence, looked at him without blinking.

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

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

The greatest multiplex in the universe is inside your mind, and the only ticket you need is a good, well-written novel.

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory

that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.