Stories only happen to those who are able to tell them.

It seems to me that I will always be happy in the place where I am not.

When a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists.

You're too good for this world, and because of that the world will eventually crush you.

One should never underestimate the power of books.

Libraries aren't in the real world, after all. They're places apart, sanctuaries of pure thought. In this way I can go on living on the moon for the rest of my life.

All men contain several men inside them, and most of us bounce from one self to another without ever knowing who we are.

We all want to believe in impossible things, I suppose, to persuade ourselves that miracles can happen.

It always stimulates me to discover new examples of my own prejudice and stupidity, to realize that I don't know half as much as I think I do.