“He knows nothing; and he thinks he knows everything. That points clearly to a political career.”

“Given enough time, you could convince yourself that loneliness was something better, that it was solitude, the ideal condition for reflection, even a kind of freedom. Once you were thus convinced, you were foolish to open the door and let anyone in, not all the way in. You risked the hard-won equilibrium, that tranquility that you called peace”

“and that's where love finds you... in the tragedies.”

“He was a writer and words were his weapons.”

“Ari, maybe we should get you out of here. No joke. You really are dangerous with thus truth serum in you, You might sat something you wished you hadn't." "Like that your mum scares me, but I think your dad is kind of cute in and old-guy sort of way?" "Exactly like that." "Eh. I'm not worried.”

“Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.”

“Others may write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand him.”

“She'd decided long ago that life was a long journey. She would be strong and she would be weak, and both would be okay.”