The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.
The worst part of success is trying to find someone who is happy for you.
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say
Don’t feel bad, I’m usually about to die.
There is no friend as loyal as a book.
Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us.
The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.
Oh well… I’d just been thinking, if you had died, you’d have been welcome to share my toilet.
It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well.
It is thanks to my evening reading alone that I am still more or less sane.
We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.
If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.
I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a…
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