Tell me what you can‘t forget, and I‘ll tell you who you are.

Manners are not like bonbons. You may not choose the ones that suit you best; and you certainly cannot put the half-bitten ones back in the box.

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

The curse is not that we cannot choose our Fates.

The curse, the curse we all live under, is that we can.