Life – a book that we are not allowed to read before living, but only to anticipate what is written one, three, maybe ten pages from now...

Life without a taste of irrational, of crazy, is a boring book.

People – most of – live in a sort of conformity, a “that's the way it is”. You have to break, many times you have to, away from that murky fog, to grab life by its reins, by its rudder, to bring it into light...

Bring a good book to the poor, it is necessary for existence, for the dignified existence, but before you hand it over, check to see if he has a meal, if his hands and feet, and his house are not frozen.

Too strong of a light can be deadly to the one used to read by candlelight.

I read out of obligation – the obligation of questioning incomplete truths.