We looked at each other in the half-light, searching for words that didn't exist.

“My only company was the incessant clacking of the typewriter echoing in the dar…”

“Az életet Istentől kapjuk, de a világot az Ördög felügyeli.”

“Fools talk, cowards silence , wise men listen”

“Ignatius B. Samson, welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.”