Sometimes it's a good thing we don't remember things half as well as books do.

perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.

When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer.

Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!

Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?

She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.

Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.