There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.
Coincidences are the scars of fate.
There's no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.
His soul is in his stories. I once asked him who inspired him to create his characters, and his answer was no one. That all his characters were himself.
Human beings believe just as they breathe - in order to survive.
Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it's an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.