The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory

I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.

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

Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.

If people thought a quarter of what they speak, this world would be heaven.