The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.

Everything gets to me. I'm very sentimental.

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.

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

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

Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them.