“I could tell you it's his heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.” — 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… — 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
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
“Those places where sadness and misery abound are favoured settings for stories of ghosts and apparitions. Calcutta has countless such stories hidden… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón 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
I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
In Los Angeles you get the sense sometimes that there's a mysterious patrol at night: when the streets are empty and everyone's… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“As I walked in the dark through the tunnels and tunnels of books, I could not help being overcome by a sense… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
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
“I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness,… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón 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
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
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
“He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.” — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
I've always thought that we are what we remember, and the less we remember, the less we are. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
We seem to live in a world where forgetting and oblivion are an industry in themselves and very, very few people are… — 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… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
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… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
