I've always said that idleness dulls the spirit. We have to keep the brain busy, or at least the hands if we don't have a brain.

Most of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our lives fall apart so slowly we barely notice.

Waiting is the rust of the soul.

Every work of art is aggressive, Isabella. And every artist's life is a small war or a large one, beginning with oneself and one's limitations. To achieve anything you must first have ambition and then talent, knowledge, and finally the opportunity.

In those days I learned that nothing is more frightening than a hero who lives to tell his story, to tell what all those who fell at his side will never be able to tell.

I looked up towards the immensity of the labyrinth. "How does one choose a single book among so many?" Isaac shrugged his shoulders. 'Some like to believe it's the book that chooses the person...destiny, in other words.

Memories are worse than bullets.