…I realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn't really happy.

They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn't laugh or be sad with him.

If you're going to say what you want to say, you're going to hear what you don't want to hear.

No one pays attention to these killings, but the secret of the world is hidden in them.

The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.

There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.

Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.