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

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

Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.

Over time, loneliness gets inside you and doesn't go away.

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

Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.

That book taught me that by reading, I could live more intensely. It could give me back the sight I had lost. For that reason alone, a book that didn't matter to anyone changed my life.