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….

...until that moment I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge….

We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake..

Maturity is simply the process of discovering that everything you believed in when you were young is false and that all the things you refused to bel….

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art..

The rain was still crashing down, angrily machine-gunning the large windows; it poured through the gutters up in the tower and funneled along the fla….

A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept..

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

Human nature provides the lyrics, and we novelists just compose the music..

A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of v….

I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time..

Never trust anyone, Daniel, especially the people you admire. Those are the ones who will make you suffer the worst blows..

With women, the best part is the discovery. There's nothing like the first time, nothing. You don't know what life is until you undress a woman for t….

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.….

Everything in life in nonsense. it's just a question of persepctive.

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

Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not the merits of who receives them..

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….

Does the madman know he is mad? Or are the madmen those who insist o. Convincing him of his unreason in order to safeguard their own idea of reality?.

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

It's curious how easy it is to tell a piece of paper what you don't dare say to someone's face..