Turn the page, your heroine is still there, breathe, relax, life is beautiful: you’re in a book!

What’s happiness for a reader? Be pleasantly surprised by a book from which he expected nothing.

Words are like humans – alone, they are useless; together, they make sense.

Let’s read as if books were to disappear tomorrow!

Love from novels isn’t true love: it ends where it should begin. True love, deep love, grows up with time, throughout days of dullness and days of storms. It leaves in one’s heart a rainbow of tenderness and forgiveness which illuminates forever the beloved one.

Life can be so unexpected and wolderful!

Louise leaned over towards the bottomless abyss of those troubled waters. Could she get rid of all her suffering by letting it be swept away by those tumultuous waves? And what if she’d already had all the happiness that was in store for her on earth?

Love from novels isn't true love: it ends where it should begin. True love, deep love, grows up with time, throughout days of dullness and days of storms. It leaves in one's heart a rainbow of tenderness and forgiveness which illuminates forever the beloved one.

Why do we do so few when we can do so much?

Words are like humans — alone, they are useless; together, they make sense.