"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one."
G.R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

"'After all this time?'
'Always,' said Snape."
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"I'll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again we'll cling together so tight that nothing and no one'll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you... We'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams... And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won't just be able to take one, they'll have to take two, one of you and one of me, we'll be joined so tight..."
Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

"Salim déglutit avec difficulté.
-Quand nous séparons-nous ? chuchota t-il.
-Il y a deux réponses à cette question. Comme à toutes les questions. Celle du savant et celle du poète. Laquelle souhaites-tu entendre en premier ?
-Je... Celle du savant.
-Nous nous séparons maintenant. Tu vas descendre d'un côté de la montagne, moi de l'autre, et si nos routes, je l'espère, se croiseront souvent, elles n'en formeront plus jamais une seule.
Salim attendit d'être certain que sa voix ne se briserait pas pour reprendre :
-Et la réponse du poète ?
-Rien ne peut séparer un maître et son élève. Rien. Ni la vie ni la mort.
Un souffle de vent, pareil à une caresse, s'enroula autour d'elle pour murmurer son accord à l'éternité."
Pierre Bottero, Ellana, la Prophétie

"Les humains sont seuls. Malgré la pluie, malgré les animaux, malgré les fleurs et les arbres et le ciel et malgré le feu. Les humains restent au seuil. Ils ont reçu la pure verticalité en présent, et pourtant ils vont, leur existence durant, courbés sous un invisible poids."
Wajdi Mouawad, Anima

"What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses.
That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real. "
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

"I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever."
Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

"But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother."
George Orwell, 1984

"Hé bien ! la guerre."
Choderlos de Laclos, Les liaisons dangereuses

"Tu es mort. C’est la première fois que je le dis. Tu es mort. Je le souffle à la terre et les arbres semblent frémir comme si ces mots les chatouillaient doucement. J’ai d’abord pensé que cette frontière n’existait pas. J’en étais la preuve. J’ai d’abord pensé que je ferais avec toi ce que tu avais fait avec moi. Cela me rendait fort. Je connaissais le secret pour aller chercher les morts."
Laurent Gaudé, La porte des Enfers

"All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day."
Alan Moore, Batman: The Killing Joke

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

"I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed,

And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, Ye Mighty, and despair!'

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias