Andreea Toader

“David walked up the right side of the double staircase that led from the garden to the terrace. Although he was now sixty, his hair was still thick and a little wild. His face was astonishingly handsome. Its faultlessness was its only flaw; it was the blueprint of a face and had an uninhabited feeling to it, as if no trace of how its owner had lived could modify the perfection of the lines. People who knew David well watched for signs of decay, but his mask grew more noble each year. Behind his dark glasses, however rigidly he held his neck, his eyes flickered unobserved, assessing the weaknesses in people.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, The Complete Patrick Melrose Novels

“Time is not money, but a sacred free gift. Priceless.”
― Matthew Edward Hall, San Mateo: Proof of The Divine

“But this was just filling in the time pleasantly. He wants someone to worship, not to know.”
― Simon Callow, Charles Dickens and the Great Theatre of the World

“For me, the Condé was a refuge from all the drabness I anticipated in life. There will one day be a part of me—the best part—that I will be forced to leave behind there.”
― Patrick Modiano, In the Café of Lost Youth