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.

I can't die yet, doctor. Not yet. I have things to do. Afterwords I'll have a whole lifetime in which to die.

I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.

I've always said that idleness dulls the spirit. We have to keep the brain busy, or at least the hands if we don't have a brain.

Childhood devotions make unfaithful and fickle lovers.

There's no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.

Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursuing those who hurt us the most.