A good liar knows that the most efficient lie is always a truth that has had a key piece removed from it.
That book taught me that by reading, I could live more intensely. It could give me back the sight I had lost. For that reason alone, a book that didn’t matter to anyone changed my life.
I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn’t stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn’t notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.
If people thought a quarter of what they speak, this world would be heaven.
A good friend once told me that the problems are like cockroaches. If drawn to light, they’ll get scared.
Envy is the religion of the mediocre.
There are two things that I cannot live without: music and books. Caffeine isn’t dignified enough to qualify.
One never forgets faces one wholeheartedly detests.
People might not agree with me, but I think a woman should have a feminine shape, something you can get your hands on. You, on the other hand, look like you might be partial to the skinny type, a point of view I fully respect, don’t misunderstand me.
This cures everything except stupidity, which is an epidemic on the rise.
I was aware of the risks I was taking, but I did’nt care.
Everything is a tale, Martin. What we believe, what we know, what we remember, even what we dream. Everything is a story, a narrative, a sequence of events with characters communicating an emotional content. We only accept as true what can be narrated.
Human beings believe just as they breathe – in order to survive.
I decided that my existence would be one of books and silence.
I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I’m the stranger.
It’s up to you how you waste your time and money. I’m staying here to read: life’s too short.
I think you judge yourself too severely, a quality that always distinguishes people of true worth.
I hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren’t happy and never will be.
And here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything.
It might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny.