Contrary to what you believe, the earth does not revolve around the desires of your crotch.

Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that.

But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.

Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true.

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.

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.

I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.