“I think you owe me something for deceiving me so exquisitely.”

“Let whoever can do so deceive me, he will never bring it about that I am nothing, so long as I continue to think I am something.”

“I did not feel that he owed it to me. And I did not feel like I owed it to him. We owed it to each other, which is something different.”

“If you happen to pass by 84 Charing Cross Road, kiss it for me? I owe it so much.”

“The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.”

“Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.”