There's no black and no white, just shades of grey...But the small betrayals lead to bigger ones, morality is eroded.

We are who we are, be­cause of those we choose to love and be­cause of those who love us.

The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.

Do you believe you can change your destiny?' he (Sajhë) said, seeking an answer. Alice found herself nodding. 'Otherwise, what's the point? If we are simply walking a path preordained, then all the experiences that make us who we are - love, grief, joy, learning, changing - would count for nothing.

People have different views of how you deal with different issues in literature, and, frankly, long may it last that there is a range of views.

Free and fair access to books - to reading - is a right and one we should fight for.

Pas a pas, se va luenh. Step by step, we make our way.