If life is misery, why do we endure it?

Reading is more important than writing.

Nothing is ever behind us.

Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better

Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

I’m seventeen years old, my name is Juan García Madero, and I’m in my first semester of law school. I wanted to study literature, not law, but my uncle insisted, and in the end I gave in. I’m an orphan, and someday I’ll be a lawyer. That’s what I told my aunt and uncle, and then I shut myself in my room and cried all night.

Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.