Never look a gift lion in the mouth.

After a certain age, you couldn't even say where you were from. You went someplace, and lived there. And then you went someplace else.

There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like a life, particularly a good one, which is well to worth staying up all night to finish.

I wore it, this careless thing you don't even remember giving to me from your bag. It wasn't a gift, this thing I'm returning. It was barely a gesture, almost forgotten already, this thing I wore like it was dear to me. And it was. No wonder we broke up.

There are two types of panicking: standing still and not saying a word, and leaping all over the place babbling anything that comes into your head.

An Overall Feeling of Doom that One Cannot Ever Escape no Matter What One Does

If you feel . . . that well-read people are less likely to be evil, and a world full of people sitting quietly with good books in their hands is preferable to world filled with schisms and sirens and other noisy and troublesome things, then every time you enter a library you might say to yourself, 'The world is quiet here,' as a sort of pledge proclaiming reading to be the greater good.