The Map of the Sky

...there are so many books left to read. For that reason alone it is worth going on living. Books make me happy, the help me escape from reality.

Writers perform an extremely important role: they make others dream, those who are unable to dream for themselves. And everyone needs to dream. Could there be any more important job in life than that?

...while finding true love was one of the most splendid things that could happen to you in life, finding a friend was equally splendid.

The paths that we choose don't always take us where we want to go. Sometimes they take us where we need to go.

I'm convinced the true history of our time isn't what we read in newspapers or books...True history is almost invisible. It flows like an underground spring. It takes place in the shadows, and in silence, George. And only a chosen few know what that history is.

The most terrifying thing is sometimes not what we see, but rather what we are forced to imagine.

Man has a thousand plans, Heaven but one..

The saddest thing in the world is to see a man die wearing the forlorn expression of someone who has failed to fulfill his dreams.

Had I known dreaming would one day become impossible, I would never have stopped doing it.

True history is almost invisible. It flows like an underground spring. It takes place in the shadows, and in silence.. And only a chosen few know what that history is.

¿No deberíamos considerar un héroe a alguien que logra crear un mundo perfecto, aunque tan solo sea por un instante y para un solo hombre?

I am an artist. And An artist is simply a man who is pulled along by a river: on one side sanity lies, and the other madness, yet he will find no peace on either, as the current of his art drags him away from the everyday life on it's banks, where others watch, unable to help him until he reaches the immensity of the ocean.

Man needed to dream. Yes, he needed to believe in illusions, to aspire to something more than the miserable, hostile life that suffocated him.

Y así, con parsimonia de estalactita, el ser confeccionó el caballete de una delicada osamenta que enseguida quedó encapotada por un ondulante manto de carne, nervios y tendones. Tras el enrejado del esternón asomaron entonces los esponjosos pulmones que lanzaron a través de la cerbatana de la tráquea recién colocada un reguero de vaho, anegando la urna con la tibia novedad de una respiración.

It might even teach Murray that while finding true love was one of the most wonderful things that could happen to you in life, finding a friend was equally splendid.

For if you succeed in making this girl laugh, if you make her laughter ring in the air like a fountain of silver coins cascading to the floor, you will win her heart forever.

My good manners prevent me from answering that, Mr. Gilmore, and my honesty from lying. Draw your own conclusions.

Perhaps love is a sentiment shared by other species in the universe. But the love that a human being can generate is exclusively his own and will die with him. After that, the universe, perhpas despite its unfathomable vastness, its apparent infinity, will no longer be complete.

Suicide is always a possibility," he said in a soft voice, catching his double's attention, "and so it's advisable to exhaust all others first.

But first you have to fight, to try other ways. If your life displeases you, my lad, try to change it. Don't give in to defeat so easily. Death is the only sure defeat. It is the end of everything.

Please write an ending where the Martians are defeated. Don't take away your readers' hope.

...that the love between Murray and Emma was permanent and changing; that in each universe, each reality, each and every world where their eyes met, they could not help but fall in love.

When he saw the lovers in the midst of the encircling crowd, Wells smiled once more, hoping that what he had thought moments before when he saw the smile appear on the girl's lips was true; that the love between Murray and Emma was permanent and unchanging; that in each universe, each reality, each and every world where their eyes met, they could not help but fall in love.