“Suddenly the reader's eyes were filled with tears, and a loving voice whispered in his ear: -Why are you crying if everything in that book isn't true?- And the reader replied: -I know; but what I feel is real.”

“CAÍDAY me vuelvo a caer desde mí mismoal vacío,a la nada.¡Qué pirueta!¿Desciendo o vuelo?No lo sé.Reciboel golpe de rigor, y me incorporo.Me toco para ver si hubo gran daño,mas no me encuentro.Mi cuerpo ¿dónde está?Me duele sólo el alma.Nada grave.”

“The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work.”

“I don't really know. I've never rescued a girl I love from the Furies before." He looked alarmed as he noticed my eyes were filling with tears. "Don't cry." "How can I not?" I asked him. "You just said you love me.""Why else did you think all of this was happening?" He set the book aside to wrap his arms around me. "The Furies wouldn't be trying to kill you if I didn't love you.”

“There are things you do sometimes, actions that you take by obeying sudden impulses, without stopping for even a fraction of a second to think, and then you spend the rest of your life either lamenting it or thanking yourself for it. They are rare, unique, and perfect moments.”

“I know many books which have bored their readers, but I know of none which has done real evil.”

“The sun is high and I’m surrounded by sand.For as far as my eyes can seeI’m strapped into a rocking chairWith a blanket over my kneesI am a stranger to myselfAnd nobody knows I’m hereWhen I looked into my faceIt wasn’t myself I’d seenBut who I’ve tried to be.I’m thinking of things I’d hoped to forget.I’m choking to death in a sun that never sets.I clugged up my mind with perpetual griefAnd turned all my friends into enemiesAnd now that past has returned to haunt me.I’M SCARED OF GOD AND SCARED OF HELLAND I’M CAVING IN UPON MYSELFHOW CAN ANYONE KNOW MEWHEN I DON’T EVEN KNOW MYSELF”