“If a book falls open in a library and no one sees it, is it still writing? Or is it simply a page bearing abstract markings?”

“I had once read, in one of those pre-plague books in the library, that love was bearing witness. That it was the act of watching someone's life, of simply being there to say: you're life is worth seeing.”

“The colonists had no library at their disposal; but the engineer was a book which was always at hand, always open at the page which one wanted, a book which answered all their questions, and which they often consulted.”

“Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.”

“I should like to write my books only for the dear person who lies awake reading in bed until page last, then lets the open book fall gently on her face, to touch her smile or drink her tears.”

“There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.”