“Now I think all of us were born with a hole in our hearts, and we go around looking for the person who can fill it. You, you fill me up.”

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

People with a high tolerance for boredom can get a lot of thinking done.

You want to remember that while you’re judging the book, the book is also judging you.

Books are a uniquely portable magic.

FEAR stands for face everything and recover.

The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.

All you need to do is hold on tight and believe.

Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.

Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.

Good books don’t give up all their secrets at once.

God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live.

Time is the thief of memory.

Only children tell the whole truth, you know. That’s what makes them children.

If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don’t.

Life is a wheel, and if you wait long enough, it always comes back around to where it started.

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

Many people die of thirst but the Irish are born with one.

I gave up before birth.

Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness, a tiny blue marble is spinning through space. Born in the splendor of God’s holy vision, and sliding away like a tear down his face.

Birth was the death of him.

I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.

I’m from Dagestan, I’m born in Dagestan, and Dagestan is a different level for people living a tough life, people living in the mountains.

Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.