The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only once.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.