The reason writers are such fragile beings, Marcus, is that they suffer from two sorts of emotional pain, which is twice as much as a normal human being: the heartache of love and the heartache of books. Writing a book… — Joel Dicker Copy Share Image
“Life is like a foot race, Marcus: There will always be people who are faster than you, and there will always be those who… — Joël Dicker Copy Share Image
“Love, love, always love! But what is love? It doesn’t mean anything! Love is just a trick invented by men so they don’t have… — Joël Dicker Copy Share Image
“HARRY, IF I COULD learn only one thing from you, what would it be?” “I’d like to ask you the same question.” “For me,… — Joël Dicker Copy Share Image
“Había pasado treinta años satisfaciendo mis ambiciones, me enfrentaba a los siguientes treinta intentando mantener esas ambiciones a flote y, al pensar bien en… — Joël Dicker Copy Share Image
“En los libros, los que ya no están vuelven a reunirse y a abrazarse.” — Joël Dicker Copy Share Image
“Marcus, do you know what is the only way to know how much you love someone? No. By losing them.” — Joël Dicker Copy Share Image
“I don’t like to dwell on regrets. They tell you that you have not come to terms with what you’ve done.” — Joël Dicker Copy Share Image
“Goldman, stop this nonsense, will you? I have looked at your file. I made a few phone calls.” — Joël Dicker Copy Share Image
“Me gusta saberlo todo, es una enfermedad. Me puede la ansiedad, necesito controlar todo lo que está a mi alrededor” — Joël Dicker Copy Share Image
“wish that I will succeed in life,” I replied. And I thought that a shooting star, though it could be beautiful, was a star… — Joël Dicker Copy Share Image
“IN OUR SOCIETY, MARCUS, the most admired men are those who build bridges, skyscrapers, and empires. But in reality, the proudest and most admirable… — Joël Dicker Copy Share Image
