The most despicable humans are the ones who always feel virtuous and look down on the rest of the world.

In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.

I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss. In my ..reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and second hand dreams

Sometimes, in difficult circumstances, one can confuse compassion with love.

I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

[H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years.

A good father. A man with a head, a heart, and a soul. A man capable of listening, of leading and respecting a child, and not of drowning his own defects in him. Someone whom a child will not only love because he's his father, but will also admire for the person he is. Someone he would want to grow up to resemble.