One is never wholly conscious of the greed hidden in one's heart until one hears the sweet sound of silver.

One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.

Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened.

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

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.

Whoever said that childhood is the happiest time of your life is a liar, or a fool.

Time has taught me not to lose hope, yet not to trust too much in hope either.