“You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.”

“Lisbon, to me, is the Lisbon of Pessoa. Just like London is Woolfs, or rather, Mrs. Dalloways. Barcelona is Gaud's and Rome is da Vincis. You see them in every crevice and hear their echoes in ever...”

“I dont want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.”

“This is a day of celebration!Today, we are divorcing the pastand marrying the present.Dance,and you will find Godin every room.Today, we are divorcing resentmentand marrying forgiveness.Sing,and Go...”

“You know how it goes:at some point in your life, you fell in love with someone and had a glimpse of God.Then you abandoned life and loverand started celebratingyour love for God.”

“Of course, I am religious.I worship love.”

“He thought of what his mother always said whenever he cut himself, Dimka, scars are times alphabet. If so, his body was covered in poetry, his soul contained an entire encyclopedia of pain and loss...”

“Should I have taken him by the hand and led him over to the Zappa? No. I won't spoon-feed the customers. If you don't know your alphabet, you have no business leaving your house, let alone shopping...”

“There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.”

“Being a writer all boils down to this: It's you, in a chair, staring at a page. And you're either going to stay in that chair until words are written, or you're going to give up and walk away. The ...”

“When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.”

“Im likely to stay here, pen in hand, until dusk comes and my writing melts into the twilight.”

“nights and days came and passedand summer and winterand the sun and the windand the rain.and it was good to be a little islanda part of the worldand a world of its ownall surrounded by the bright b...”

“When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart...”

“A good friend of mine once said, "I have never met a bigot who was a reader as a child.”