Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.
Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.
People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.
The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.
Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.
One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isn’t aware of it.
There are no second chances in life, except to feel remorse.
We all give up great expectations along the way.
Most of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our lives fall apart so slowly we barely notice.
One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it. By the time the mind is able to comprehend what has happened, the wounds of the heart are already too deep.
People talk too much. Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.
Nothing important is learned; it is simply remembered.
Few things are more deceptive than memories.
If there is a god, or hundreds of them, I hope they will forgive me for the harm I may have inflicted on you by telling you exactly what happened.
There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.
We are willing to believe anything other than the truth.
The dead never go to their own funeral.
The fact is that nothing is more difficult to believe than the truth; conversely, nothing seduces like the power of lies, the greater the better. It's only natural, and you will have to find the right balance. Having said that, let me add that this particular old woman hasn't been collecting only years; she has also collected stories, and none sadder or more terrible than the one she's about to tell you. You have been at the heart of this story without knowing it until today ...
Don't be bashful; we're among gentlemen. It's a known fact that we men are the missing link between the pirate and the pig.
I can't die yet, doctor. Not yet. I have things to do. Afterwords I'll have a whole lifetime in which to die.