Literature is the real life of imaginary people.

A book is the cheapest ticket you will ever hold.

These two oo in "book" are like the two eyes of a reader who fell in love with a story.

That was always my fear, that perhaps books would lead me astray, teaching me about a life that didn’t match reality.

That’s what love is like: mother of the greatest bliss and stepmother of the most tragic misery.

No secret can remain hidden for ever. Silently and patiently, it waits in the dark. It lets you build your life, carefully stacking the bricks one by one, and then it appears. It deals its blow and everything crumbles. That’s why it remains intact and incorruptible in time, waiting for its ultimate destiny to be revealed.

Somebody told me I'm a writer. I believed them. Now I regret it.