I am going to build a fortress of books.
Will you come inside and live with me?

If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.

There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.

Sometimes a writer simply finds new ways of saying what has already been said because, ultimately, truth is unoriginal.

It is a dangerous thing to substitute reading or writing for living. Live first, then write.

In the very end,
all we have left
to atone for
our faults
are words.