It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality..

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way ….

It is difficult to hate an idea. That requires a certain intellectual discipline and a slightly obsessive, sick mind. There aren’t too many of those.….

In those days I learned that nothing is more frightening than a hero who lives to tell his story, to tell what all those who fell at his side will ne….

In this world the only opinion that holds court is prejudice..

Wine turns the wise man into a fool and the fool into a wise man..

Childhood devotions make unfaithful and fickle lovers..

Books hold no passports. There's only one true literary tradition: the human..

We had yet to learn that the Devil created youth so that we could make our mistakes, and that God established maturity and old age so that we could p….

There are two things in life you cannot choose. The first is your enemies; the second your family. Sometimes the difference between them is hard to s….

Never trust he who trusts everyone..

One is never wholly conscious of the greed hidden in one's heart until one hears the sweet sound of silver..

Human beings believe just as they breathe - in order to survive..

I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of t….

Whether we realise it or not, most of us define ourselves by opposing rather than by favouring something or someone. To put it another way, it is eas….

I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling..

A good liar knows that the most efficient lie is always a truth that has had a key piece removed from it..

It's only worth staying in bed if you're young and in good company..

If only everything hurt as little as a blow to the face..

All true stories begin and end in a cemetery" - The Shadow of the Wind.

The air seemed poisoned with fear and hatred. People eyed on another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach..