“…but he realized he would never reconcile himself to life as something other than a prelude. What’s life’s meaning then? What is it? What does make the world go round, not letting hope die? What do people dream about, watching the endless flow of years? They dream. A dream, that’s it. We live for our only dream, which can lead us, hand in hand, through our life; for the dream we reconcile ourselves to any frustrations and we shall struggle for releasing its silky wings from the net of reality. (The right to a mistake.)”

“The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?”

“Hope as evidence of life. Life as evidence of death.”

“The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells.”

“If you are an angle, all you can give is boredom.”

“I hate fallen angels. They can talk about nothing but their fall and sins.”

“Seven pillars of wisdom propping the roof of the temple. Always remember what there's beyond the pillars.”

“Every reader can live One Thousand and One Lives; every fiction author can have One Thousand and One Masks, and their talent can have One Thousand and One Facets.”

“Starfall in the sky as a result of anybody’s Fall here below?”

“Some believe that every library looks like a splendid cemetery of human thoughts and ideas. Could librarians be called grave-diggers? However that may be, like a cemetery, a library will never stop being of use.”

“Whatever they say about it, but being altruistic is not so simple for everyone. Not to look and sound like despotism, altruism must be learnt, and it’s a long way, which in fact begins from our egoism, for really, a human can’t love others if he doesn’t love himself first.”