Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.
Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.
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.
I don’t suppose you have many friends. Neither do I. I don’t trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It’s a sure sign that they don’t really know anyone.
Never trust anyone, Daniel, especially the people you admire. Those are the ones who will make you suffer the worst blows.
Memories are worse than bullets.
Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.
A secret’s worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.
Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.