Quizás hay en los libros algún tipo de instinto secreto que les lleva a sus lectores perfectos. ¡Sería maravilloso que fuera verdad!

Creo que se aprende más si lo que lees te hace reír.

Leer buenos libros te impide disfrutar de los malos.

Yo soy fiel a Séneca. Llegué a sentir como si me hablara a mí, con su manera divertida en verdad, pero solo a mí. Sus cartas me ayudaron a sentirme vivo durante lo que vino después.

I don’t much care for people—never have, never will. I got my reasons. I never met a man half so true as a dog. Treat a dog right and he’ll treat you right—he’ll keep you company, be your friend, never ask you no questions. Cats is different, but I never held that against them.

I believe I am becoming pathetic. I'll go further, I believe that I am in love with a flower-growing, wood-carving quarryman/carpenter/pig farmer. In fact, I know I am. Perhaps tomorrow I will become entirely miserable at the thought that he doesn't love me back - may, even, care for Remy- but at this precise moment I am succumbing to euphoria. My head and stomach feel quite odd.

I did not want to spend my time reading about people who never were, doing things they never did.