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“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

“I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.”
― Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

“Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain. We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

“People talk of beauty lightly, and having no feeling for words, they use that one carelessly, so that it loses its force; and the thing it stands for, sharing its name with a hundred trivial objects, is deprived of dignity. They call beautiful a dress, a dog, a sermon; and when they are face to face with Beauty cannot recognise it.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

“Her voice was like a line from an old black-and-white Jean-Luc Godard movie, filtering in just beyond the frame of my consciousness.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“I didn't have much to say to anybody but kept to myself and my books. With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw it's fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“Anda a saber, yo creo que ni vos ni yo tenemos demasiado la culpa. No somos adultos”
― Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch

“But standing in that hallway, it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“She had such unusual eyes. They made me think of the seaside, and so I called her Ocean, and could not have told you why.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“I think I would rather be a man than a god. We don’t need anyone to believe in us. We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“she loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars...”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”
― Milan Kundera

“Fiction, because it is not about somebody who actually lived in the real world, always has the possibility of being about oneself.”
― Orson Scott Card, Ender's Game

“...Y mirá que apenas nos conocíamos y ya la vida urdía lo necesario para desencontrarnos minuciosamente. Como no sabías disimular me di cuenta en seguida de que para verte como yo quería era necesario empezar por cerrar los ojos...”
― Julio Cortázar

“That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost from the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then”
― Neil Gaiman

“Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

“She loved three things — a joke, a
glass of wine, and a handsome man.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

“Life isn't long enough for love and art.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

“She was willing to do everything in the world for me except the one thing I wanted: to leave me alone”
― Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

“That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“I'm a very ordinary human being; I just happen to like reading books.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“Narrow minds devoid of imagination. Intolerance, theories cut off from reality, empty terminology, usurped ideals, inflexible systems. Those are the things that really frighten me. What I absolutely fear and loathe.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“Happy endings are a luxury of fiction.”
― Trudi Canavan, Priestess of the White

“Be careful, darling. Your footsteps land heavy here. Your racket will wake the dragons.”
― Sarah Kay

“...the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again.

That is their mystery and their magic.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things