I was raised among books , making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on hands to this day.

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I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.
- Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

Experience has taught me that those who say the most are often those who know the least. Quiet people keep their secrets to themselves. That's what makes them so interesting--and generally worth the wait.

"I'm not sure I should be saying this, but we teachers...well, we each have our own ideal of what our students should be, right? Their friends are the same way. And parents, well, they have things they want for their children, too. Every one of us has this agenda, this notion of what a given person should be like, and we just push it on them whether it fits or not. Now, it's unlikely that all of us have the same ideal in mind for any particular student. Why, if teachers and parents had their way, the student would be miserable. Take Nakajima. She was a 'good girl' to everybody, right?"

The other man nodded.

"Well, if you ask me, she was just showing each of us the face we wanted to see. What I think is that if Nakajima was getting along with everybody so well, she wasn't specializing in anyone, you understand? She wasn't cultivating any real connections with anybody."

"Even with you?"

Her teacher's face took on a bitter expression. "To be brutally honest, I prefer the students that cause a little bit of trouble--you know, demand a little attention. I always thought Nakajima was a good girl, but when she graduated, heck, I would've forgotten her. We all would have. I probably wouldn't have remembered her if she came to her tenth reunion."