Quotes from Carlos Ruiz Zafon

I live surrounded by men, and for a long time I've known that most of them are immune to logic. The only thing they learn about, and not all of them do, is the law of gravity. Until they fall flat on their faces, they don't wake up.

He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers

This is the golden rule that sustains every artifice of paper and ink. Because when the lights go out, when the music ends and the stalls are empty again, the only thing that matters is the mirage that has been engraved in the theater of the imagination all readers hold in their mind.

tertulia literaria los viernes por la noche a la que no me invitaba porque sabía que todos los asistentes, poetastros frustrados y lameculos que le reían

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A veces creemos que las personas décimos de lotería: que están ahí para hacer realidad nuestras ilusiones absurdas

Desde que no vendemos una escoba se pasa los días emparedado en la trastienda con ese libro egipcio de los muertos. -Es el libro de contabilidad - corregí.

relamiéndose los labios como si aquello le pareciese un chiste

Life is full of black marketeers eager to stuff their audience's brains with nonsense because that allows them to stay on their high horses and keep the carrot dangling.

I hugged her for the last time and looked into her eyes. On the way we had agreed there would be no farewells, no solemn words, no promises to fulfill.

We're a disgraceful lot.

Then I smiled to myself and, although it was just for a few seconds, I became aware that for the first time in my life I was happy, and that after tasting that poison my existence would never be the same again.

Un secret valoreaz? atât cât valoreaz? cei de care trebuie s?-l p?zim.

Vestía de marfil y traía el mundo en la mirada. Apenas recuerdo las palabras del cura, ni los rostros prendidos de esperanza de los invitados que llenaban la iglesia aquella mañana de marzo. Sólo me queda el roce de sus labios y, al entreabrir los ojos, el juramento secreto que me llevé en la piel y que recordaría todos los días de mi vida.

Have you ever thought of writing a biography?" "No. I write fiction." "Some would argue that no genre is more fictitious than a biography.

I'd like you to talk to that someone about me and, through your words, make me live forever.

Never trust he who trusts everyone," Barceló added.

sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up. Bernarda

las nubes habían resbalado del cielo y las calles yacían sumergidas bajo una laguna de neblina ardiente

Sleep is for dreamers.

Hunger, unlike Spaniards, has no pride and is brimming with perseverance,' suggested Cervantes.

Sõber, lausus ta viimaks. Ärge kaotage lootust. Kui ma olen siin näruses maailmas midagi õppinud, siis seda, et saatus ootab meid alati järgmise nurga taga. Ta võib võtta varga, lipaka või loteriipiletitega kaubitseja kuju - need on kolm tema lemmikkehastust. ja kui te peaksite heaks arvama teda otsima minna (pidage meeles, saatus koduvisiite ei tee), siis küll te veel näete, kuidas ta teile teise võimaluse annab.

Mother Nature is the meanest of bitches, that's the sad truth.

When she saw me her face lit up and she smiled, making me instantly forget the endless days of misery I'd spent trying to find her. I sat down next to her.