For Beatrice- When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are.

I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.

The sad truth is the truth is sad.

One wanders through life as if wandering through a field in the dark of night, wearing a blindfold and very heavy shoes, with a poisonous toad waiting patiently beneath a clump of weeds, knowing full well that eventually you will step on him.

I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept, probably because I have been reading almost the entire time.

A library is like an island in the middle of a vast sea of ignorance, particularly if the library is very tall and the surrounding area has been flooded.

who would dare think that, forever? Some idiot girl who wouldn’t know how things played out.