There will always be non-readers, bad readers, lazy readers - there always were.

The best life for a writer is the life which helps him write the best books he can.

We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.

And if you had no tongue, no celebrating language, you’d do this: cross your hands at the wrist with palms facing towards you; place your crossed wrists over your heart (the middle of your chest, anyway); then move your hands outwards a short distance, and open them towards the object of your love. It’s just as eloquent as speech.

Loving humanity means as much, and as little, as loving raindrops, or loving the Milky Way. You say that you love humanity? Are you sure you aren’t treating yourself to easy self-congratulation, seeking approval, making certain you’re on the right side?

Most of us remember adolescence as a kind of double negative: no longer allowed to be children, we are not yet capable of being adults.

In life, every ending is just the start of another story.