“In the haunted shade of the Ateneo, her hands wrote a curse on my skin that was to hound me for years.” — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
“Whether or not I am a writer,” I wrote, “I have—and this is both my curse and my virtue—cultivated the instinct of… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
“That afternoon of mist and drizzle, Clara Barcelo stole my heart, my breath, and my sleep. In the haunted shade of the… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
