“The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future,”

“The sons of the masters were roaming the world, looking for arms to hold them. And the arms that might have held them--could not forgive.”

“For the first time I realized adults could back themselves into corners so remote that love, or its memory, could no longer reach them.”

“I like that library books have secret lives. All those hands that have held them. All those eyes that have read them.”

“Everybody has a story. It's like families. You might not know who they are, might have lost them, but they exist all the same. You might drift apart or you might turn your back on them, but you can't say you haven't got them. Same goes for stories.”

“I had one rule: respect. For me, my family, and for my friends … It might sound hypocritical to the women that have passed through my apartment door, but if they carried themselves with respect, I would have given it to them.”