When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins.

A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.

I wish I had more time to visit schools.

You know what they say: When people start burning books they'll soon burn human beings.

He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost?