I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“Now he knew that any memories he might cherish during the last years of his life would be only fictions from a… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, the things that are the most real only happen in one's imagination, Oscar, she said. We only remember what never really… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“It's the only thing that brings us together now, you see. Memories. We make so many mistakes in life, young lady, but… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
Nothing feeds forgetfulness better than war… We all keep quiet and they try to convince us that what we've seen, what we've done, what we've learned about ourselves and about others, is an illusion, a passing nightmare. Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share
She wore an ivory-white dress and held the world in her eyes. I barely remember the priest's words or the faces of… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
He was a very private person, and sometimes it seemed to me that he was no longer interested in the world or… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“ I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to give her. These pages will be our memory until she drows her last breath in my arms and I take her forever and escape… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share
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 thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share
Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“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
