Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.
Tom had slipped from the ranks of the anointed.
Give me a wily rascal over a pious sap any day of the week. He might not always play by the rules, but he's got the spirit. And when you find a man with spirit, there's still some hope for the world.
When all else fails, bombard them with tokens of your love.
I want to live in a new way, that's all. If I can't change the world, then at least I can try to change myself. But I don't want to do it alone.
All men contain several men inside them, and most of us bounce from one self to another without ever knowing who we are.
Bare skin, Nathan. It's the only thing worth living for.
…and when a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside and imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear.
One should never underestimate the power of books.