I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages... - Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
"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."
"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."
"There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite."
"Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens."
"The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever."
"Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her."
"As it unfolded, the structure of the story began to remind me of one of those Russian dolls that contain innumerable ever-smaller dolls within. Step by step the narrative split into a thousand stories, as if it had entered a gallery of mirrors, its identity fragmented into endless reflections."