The rain was still crashing down, angrily machine-gunning the large windows; it poured through the gutters up in the tower and funneled along the flat roof, sounding like footsteps on the ceiling.

I leafed through the pages, inhaling the enchanted scent of promise that comes with all new books, and stopped to read the start of a sentence that caught my eye.

Maturity is simply the process of discovering that everything you believed in when you were young is false and that all the things you refused to believe in turn out to be true.

I swim against the tide because I like to annoy.

Whoever said that childhood is the happiest time of your life is a liar, or a fool.

One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isn’t aware of it.

Few things are more deceptive than memories.