He came attached to the case. ... I didn't know much about his biography before I started, and I hadn't read him since I was 20, I suppose. But in the process of research and writing, I found him to be a very admirable and a moral and warmhearted person.

You grew old first not in your own eyes,but in other people's eyes;slowly,you agreed with their opinion of you.

The secret of happiness is to be happy already

The land of embarrassment and breakfast.

Books say: she did this because. Life says: she did this. Books are where things are explained to you, life where things aren't.

How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but—mainly—to ourselves.