The love between a writer and a reader is never celebrated.

The love between a writer and a reader is never celebrated.

You can say anything, anything, if it is beautifully said.

Freedom: both so priceless and so expensive.

You write your first novel with the desperation of the damned. You're afraid that you'll never write anything else, ever again.

Love is not feeling, child, nor even the passion of lovers, which always seeks only its own gratification. It is the act of caring, of giving, the act of protecting the weak, the helpless, the imprisoned and the desperate. Love is the hand raised in defence. You cannot love and keep your hands clean.