We're all liars when it serves our purpose.

And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.

Nobody loves only once.

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.

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

Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all.

It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place