He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.

I've always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.

Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don't leave out a single word.

I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.

Even today, I hunt for the fabulous books that will change me utterly. I find myself happiest in the middle of a book which I forget that I am reading, but am instead immersed in a made-up life lived at the highest pitch.

The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.

I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.