Beware of those who have never been bored, depressed, or angry. There is something seriously wrong with them.

People who read books in public places are regarded with suspicion because they appear self-sufficient. When you seem self-sufficient, other people think that you think you're better than them, and they get resentful.

That's the thing about a great book. Every time you read it, it's different, because you're different. You've changed since the last time you picked it up, things have happened to you.

Sometimes I wonder if, instead of falling madly in love, we should aspire to fall sanely in love. But then, what would be the point?

What we call the wisdom that comes with age is usually simple caution.

We often reward mediocrity because it is comforting. If they can do it, anyone can do it.

Why should I bring happiness to those I loathe by obliterating myself, when I can make them miserable just by existing?