Book: Mendel-bookseller

What is not in one place will be found in another; who has a head on his shoulders, that and happiness.

Because he read as others pray, as gamblers play, like a drunken unconsciously staring into space; he read so movingly and enthusiastically, since any other attitude towards reading seemed to me a profanation.

I knew enough tiny clues, because my memory has a strange ability, both good and bad: she is stubborn and willful and yet extremely reliable. It drags on the bottom of important events and persons, read and experienced, and nothing returns from this dark abyss without coercion, only one requirement will. But if I run into the most insignificant hint, the postcard, the familiar handwriting on the envelope, or yellowed paper, and immediately forgotten will emerge from the gloomy depths vividly and clearly, like a fish caught on bait.

Through him, I first approached the great mystery - what are all exceptional and powerful in our existence is created only by internal focus, only noble monomania, sacred obsession of mad men.

... Books are written just for the sake of and outside of your life to stay close to people in order to protect themselves from the inexorable enemy of all living - of decay and oblivion.