There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

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

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

Never trust anyone, Daniel, especially the people you admire. Those are the ones who will make you suffer the worst blows.

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

That's what happens when people reach old age; nobody remembers they've been bastards too.

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