Author of quotes: Joel Dicker

Life is a novel, the ending of which is known in advance: in the end, the hero dies. Therefore, it is important not how our story ends, but how its pages will be filled. Because life, like a novel, should be an adventure. And adventures are the holidays of life.

Where do the dead go? Where they are remembered. And more - into the stars. Because they invariably follow us, dance and shine in the night right above our heads.

We only really love once in a lifetime. The main thing is not to miss your chance.

When you really want to believe in something, you see only what you want to see.

Time is so precious, life is so short. It should be dedicated to true love. And love with all your heart.

Love is not so much the notorious chemistry as a matter of time. Love is above all work. I wish you to work hard to love and be loved.

I am a widower, lonely, unhappy. You know, I was not always so morose and caustic. At one time, I literally glowed with joy. But, having lost my wife, I plunged into gloomy darkness. When a loved one dies, it seems that your heart was ripped out and offered to live on. Since then I have wandered like a shadow. I break the comedy in order to somehow survive, I come, holding my nose, to this "Palace", yelling at everyone, but this is just a masquerade. Trying to forget who I really am.

I only have childhood memories of her. Memories of eternal life. The feeling that nothing bad will happen. And for me, that feeling has the taste of bread and chocolate that my mom gave me every day after school.

"A man who knows how to make you laugh will be able to decorate your life, because there is nothing in the world better than laughter," Saul once told her.
- Why? She was curious.
- Because laughter is more powerful than anything, more powerful than love and passion. Laughter is a form of enduring perfection. You never regret him, you give yourself to him completely. Laughing, I want to laugh more, but you do not expect anything more from laughter, you are already good. Even memories of laughter bring joy.

The success of a book is not measured by the number of copies sold, but by the happiness and pleasure we experienced in publishing it.

- Because there is no love. This is a mirage, a speculative construction. Or, if you like, love can potentially exist until it becomes reality. It is an emanation of the spirit, woven from hopes, expectations and predictions.