It might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny..

I was very bored at school. I found it very easy and slow and grey. My teachers didn't really know how to handle me, because I was very sarcastic. I ….

Once you lost all hope, time began to go faster and the senseless days deadened your soul..

Destiny doesn't do home visits... you have to go for it yourself..

I hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren't happy and never will be..

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.….

In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams..

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is like the greatest, most fantastic library you could ever imagine. Its a labyrinth of books with tunnels, bridges, ….

The teachers tried everything, even pleading, but Tomas was in the habit of addressing them only in Latin, a language he spoke with papal fluency and….

It's hard work, writing, you know. Honestly, a fight every day against your own limitations. You have to squeeze books out of your brain, you're cons….

It is part of our nature to survive. Faith is an instinctive response to aspects of existence that we cannot explain by any other means - be it the m….

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..

He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody rem….

Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lous….

Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does….

somethings can only be seen in the shadows.

Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate. There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires..

There are times and places where not to be anyone is more honourable than to be someone..

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that mak….

All I know is that once Julián told the kids in the building that he had a sister only he could see. He said she came out of mirrors as if she were m….

Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it's an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry ins….