“Mark ran his fingers over the bindings and whispered words, written long ago, words that wriggled through the aged leather, trembled beneath his touch. What lives and loves, hopes and dreams, death...”

“When I read books, it is like I have met the sacred souls.”

“Non lo avevo mai compreso. Era ottimista sempre e io ... io mi lasciavo trascinare dalle emozioni, mi si abbattevano addosso senza poterci fare nulla.”

“We are all children of one God and the only thing that separates us is our ego”

“You smoked another cigarette and we shared another coffee and it was just another morning that made me realise that this is all it takes to be happy.”

“The truth is I do love you. Admitting that means opening myself up to all that pain when you leave. After you realize this wasnt love, but gratitude.”