Manvendra Shekhawat

“He knew that all things human are transitory and therefore that it must cease one day or another. He looked forward to that day with eager longing. Love was like a parasite in his heart, nourishing a hateful existence on his life's blood; it absorbed his existence so intensely that he could take pleasure in nothing else.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage

“She was like some ancient palimpsest on which layer upon layer of thought and reverie had been inscribed , and yet no succeeding layer had completely hidden or erased what had been written previously.”
― Jawaharlal Nehru

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“My mistake was in ever opening the books.”
― Jack London, The Sea Wolf