There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.
She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was laying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.
A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.
Every reader finds himself. The writer’s work is merely a kind of optical instrument that makes it possible for the reader to discern what, without this book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself.
It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.
I watched the meteor shower at 2 A.M. I lay on a cold sidewalk in front of a stranger’s house. I can’t remember who, but as we were lying there someone said, ‘Just think of how many people are watching the exact same thing right now.’ Love you.
I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.
That’s what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.