We keep quiet about what we read. Our enjoyment of a book remains a jealously guarded secret. Perhaps because there`s no need to talk, or because it takes time to distill what we've read before we can say anything. Silence is our guarantee of intimacy. We might have finished reading but we`re still living the book.

Each country thinks its school is in a specific crisis, without ever linking the school's crisis to that of the society around it.

The paradoxical virtue of reading lies in distancing ourselves from the world so that we may make sense of it.

L’architecture est art de suggestion.

I master my doubts now. I have fun with them, they're my travelling companions.

When you buy a jacket, it’s important the pockets are big enough for a paperback!

By making time to read, like making time to love, we expand our time for living.