The day I charge an unbeliever like you for the word of God will be the day I'm struck dead by lightning, and with good reason.
The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the trail of ink he leaves behind him. The person you think you see is only an empty character: truth is always hidden in fiction.
Human beings believe just as they breathe - in order to survive.
Its impossible to initiate a rational dialogue with some one about beliefs and concepts if he has not acquired them through reason. It doesn't matter whether we are looking at God, race, or national pride.
History is biology's dumping ground
Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.
As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let myself be imbued with the smell, with the light that filtered through the cracks or from the glass lanterns embedded in the wooden structure, floating among mirrors and shadow...
To Senor Sempere, the best friend a book could ever have: you opened the doors to the world for me and showed me how to go through them.
Ignatius B. Samson, welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.
But if you like, you can come share a tasty meal of bread, raisins, and fresh Burgos cheese. With that, and , anyone can live to a hundred.
I was no longer able to hear the music that issues from a decent piece of prose.
Don't be afraid of being scared. To be afraid is a sign of common sense. Only complete idiots are not afraid of anything.
A Gentleman's agreement cannot be broken without breaking the person who has entered into it.
Every self-respecting act of persuasion must find appeal to curiosity, then to vanity, and lastly to kindness or remorse. Isabella looked down and slowly nodded.
I can't die yet, doctor. Not yet. I have things to do. Afterwords I'll have a whole lifetime in which to die.
We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.
Envy is the religion of the mediocre. It comforts them, it soothes their worries, and finally it rots their souls, allowing them to justify their meanness and their greed until they believe these to be virtues. Such people are convinced that the door...
Man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral universe and condemned to a finite existence with no other prupose than to perpetuate the natural cycle of the species.
