The Purpose Of A Story Is To

We Need The Books That Affect Us Like A Disaster, That Grieve Us Deeply, Like The Death Of Someone We Loved More Than Ourselves, Like Being Banished Into Forests Far From Everyone, Like A Suicide. A Book Must Be The Axe For The Frozen Sea Inside Us.

Even The Merest Gesture Is Holy If It Is Filled With Faith.

Every Thing That You Love, You Will Eventually Lose, But In The End, Love Will Return In A Different Form.

How Pathetically Scanty My Self-knowledge Is Compared With, Say, My Knowledge Of My Room. There Is No Such Thing As Observation Of The Inner World, As There Is Of The Outer World.

No One Can Crave What Truly Harms Him.