“Each time someone dies, a library burns.”

“All her knowledge is gone now. Everything she ever learned, or heard, or saw. Her particular way of looking at Hamlet or daisies or thinking about love, all her private intricate thoughts, her inconsequential secret musings – they’re gone too. I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I’m watching it burn right to the ground.”

“She sounds like someone who spends a lot of time in libraries, which are the best sorts of people.”

“When someone that you love dies..it's like fireworks suddenly burning out in the sky and everything going black.”

“when we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings.”

“They say in every library there is a single book that can answer the question that burns like a fire in the mind.”