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Some books represent a treasure, a basis; once read you will need them for the rest of your life.

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The deeds were monstrous, but the doer--at least, the very effective one now on trial--was quite ordinary, commonplace, and neither monstrous nor demonic.

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I had been surrounded with fancied beings, with mere airy nothings conjured up by poetic power, yet which, to me, had all the charm of reality.

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A professional writer is an amateur who didn't quit.

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I can't die yet, doctor. Not yet. I have things to do. Afterwards I'll have a whole lifetime in which to die.

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I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has escaped into the pages of a novel because those whom he needs to love seem nothing more than ghosts inhabiting the mind of a stranger.

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The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

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You're saying it wrong... It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long.

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Those like me never betray, those like me have values that are stuck in the head as if they were pieces of a puzzle, where every single piece has its setting and there it must go. Nothing for them is undertone, nothing is superficial or predictable, not my friends, not my family, not the loves that wanted, that searched, and defended and endured.
Those like me give dreams, even at the cost of being left dreamless... Those like me give their soul, bcause a single soul, is like a drop of water in the desert.

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We have again touched ourselves, looking in the eyes. A direct and calm look, very simple, taking into consideration the embarrassment that usually is created in similar situations. Simple like the kiss that you give to a child when it comes to show you a wound. The heart breaks to the thought that an adult can be looked like this. [...] We would want to separate but we are not able, and in both eyes other frames of find open in depth. I think how a similar moment reminds me the moment of the tragedy, after which nothing will be the same. And we, faint, grab one to another in order not to fall and we see, with strange and sad lucidity, our history. [...] From the moment in which I have begun to write you, the words are gushed out by an absolutely new point, as if a seed was set aside only for a specific beloved.