I don't pretend reality is the same for everyone.

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.

There was no single moment when I thought, Aha! What a great idea! Rather there was a slow and gradual accumulation of numerous small ideas.

When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic, yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.

I shall start at the beginning. Though of coarse, the beginning is never where you think it is.

Reading can be dangerous.

Tragedy alters everything.