Life had taught her that we all require big and small lies in order to survive, just as much as we need air. She used to say that if during one single day, from dawn to dusk, we could see the naked reality of the world, and of ourselves, we would either take our own lives or lose our minds.

We all give up great expectations along the way.

Why is it that the less one has to say the more one says it in the most pompous and pedantic way possible?... Is it to fool the world or just to fool themselves?

We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

Books hold no passports. There's only one true literary tradition: the human.

Nobody knows much about women, not even Freud, not even women themselves. But it's like electricity: you don't need to know how it works to get a shock on the fingers.