It’s a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“He was rather clumsy and shy and looked as if he'd spent the last ten years of his life locked up in… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“He let the hours go by lost in the magic of words, shedding his skin and his name, feeling like another person.… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“One mustn’t dream of one’s future; one must earn it. And you have no future, Salgado. Neither you, nor a country that… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“Now he understood. He had dreamed about her countless times, on that same staircase, with that same blue dress and that same… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“Well, this is a story about books.” “About books?” “About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“The dreams began with that mysterious fever, which some blamed on the sting of a huge red scorpion that appeared in the… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story.… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
Well, this is a story about books." About books?" About accursed books, about a man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of anovel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share
“Our world will not die as a result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, of making a joke… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“I carried the trace of her lips, of her breath on my skin through streets full of faceless people escaping from offices and shops.” — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“Nekada davno, u djetinjstvu, možda is toga što sam odrastao među knjigama i knjižarima, odlučio sam da želim postati pisac i živjeti životom punim… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“nations never see themselves clearly in the mirror, much less when war preys on their minds.” — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
People might not agree with me, but I think a woman should have a feminine shape, something you can get your hands on. You,… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“But I couldn't absorb the idea that death could actually walk by my side, with a human face and a heart that was poisoned… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
Once I'd worked out that I couldn't possibly expect people to enjoy a monstrous, 3000-page book, I realised I could in fact create a labyrinth of a story with four different points of entry. But what interested me was creating something that would rearrange itself every time you read one of the other books. So depending on which order you… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share
The haunting of history is ever present in Barcelona. I see cities as organisms, as living creatures. To me, Madrid is a man and… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“The main pillar of organized religion, with few exceptions, is the subjugation, repression, even the annulment of women in the group. Woman must accept the role of an ethereal, passive, and maternal presence, never of authority or independence, or she will have to suffer the consequences. She might have a place of honor in the symbolism, but not in the… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share
