There has to be pain. That's the rule.

When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages - a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.

You are 27 or 28 right? It is very tough to live at that age. When nothing is sure. I have sympathy with you.

Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.

Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger, and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.

Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life.

If you can’t understand it without an explanation, you can’t understand it with an explanation.