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

Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice.

My children were all made from paper and printer's ink.

If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.

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

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

What a plague love is!