Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?

Everyone is small at night.

We're all liars when it serves our purpose.

I pledge to set out to live a thousand lives between printed pages. I pledge to use books as doors to other minds, old and young, girl and boy, man and animal. I pledge to use books to open windows to a thousand different worlds and to the thousand different faces of my own world. I pledge to use books to make my universe spread much wider than the world I live in every day. I pledge to treat my books like friends, visiting them all from time to time and keeping them close.

My wife loves written words ... you know, words that stick to parchment and paper like dead flies, and it seems my father felt the same - but I want to hear words! Remember that when you are looking for the right words: You must ask yourself what they SOUND like! Glowing with passion, dark with sorrow, sweet with love, that's what I want. - Cosimo