A birth is not really a beginning. Our lives at the start are not really our own but only the continuation of someone else's story.

People whose lives are not balanced by a healthy love of money suffer from an appalling obsession with personal integrity.

What better place to kill time than a library?

Of course I loved books more than people.

The funeral was over, at last I could cry. Except that I couldn't. My tears, kept in too long, had fossilized. They would have to stay in forever now.

A birth is not really a beginning. Our lives at the start are not really our own but only the continuation of someone else's story.

In this cruel world kindness should always be repaid.