That's what books are for," Sara said, smiling at him. "The perfect excuse to do nothing. Make no decisions.

An incomplete series could be catastrophic, even for those around you.

Why would anyone prefer banknotes to books? A little bit of paper with a pathetic quote and a picture of a politician over reams of paper with fantastic stories printed on them?

Je ne pourrai jamais lire tous ces livres. Si une autre personne les acquiert, au moins, ils sont appréciés. Et puis, on a toujours envie de diffuser les livres qu’on aime.

Il y a toujours un lecteur pour chaque livre. Et un livre pour chaque lecteur.

Sara couldn't help but think that she had somehow missed the moment when life was meant to begin. For a long time she had simply drifted through it, reading. While everyone around her was teenaged, unhappy, and foolish, this hadn't been a problem. But then suddenly everyone had grown up around her, and she had done nothing but read.

One of the most difficult things when you were trying to navigate the world of books was dealing with all the unreliable authors. They were so unbelievably tricky to keep track of. An author might write a brilliant book, only to follow it up with something utterly mediocre. Or, and this was almost worse, one might have written a brilliant book but then turn out to be dead. Then there were those authors who started a series but never finished it.

Il faut avoir un côté rêveur pour apprécier les livres, en tout cas au début.

Les gens pouvaient ne vous prêter aucune attention, mais à la seconde où vous sortiez un livre, vous étiez considéré comme impoli.