You don't have to judge the whole world by your own standards. Not everybody is like you, you know.

The good thing about writing book is that you can dream while you are awake.

Loving another person is a wonderful thing, and if that love is sincere, no one ends up tossed into a labyrinth. You have to have more faith in yourself.

As with marathon runs and lengths of toilet paper, there had to be standards to measure up to.

I don’t know what it means to live.

She's always polite and kind, but her words lack the kind of curiosity and excitement you'd normally expect. Her true feelings- assuming such things exist- remain hidden away. Except for when a practical sort of decision has to be made, she never gives her personal opinion about anything. She seldom talks about herself, instead letting others talk, nodding warmly as she listens. But most people start to feel vaguely uneasy when talking with her, as if they suspect they're wasting her time, trampling on her private, graceful, dignified world. And that impression is, for the most part, correct.

People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams. People with really dark souls do nothing but dream.