Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafón Spanish: is a Spanish novelist...
NationalitySpanish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 September 1964
CountrySpain
giving devil world
God gives us life, but the world's landlord is the devil....
believe willing
We are willing to believe anything other than the truth.
people monkeys too-much
People talk too much. Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.
laughter our-world bombs
Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that.
home destiny visits-you
Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.
inspirational money hard
Making money isn't hard in itself... What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.
memories ocean book
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 throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.
forget absence made
I hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren't happy and never will be.
magic paper perfume
I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.
kings different way
I'm interested in everything. I don't see why Borges can't work along with Neil Gaiman, or Stephen King can't be mixed with Balzac. It's just storytelling; it's different ways of using codes and images and words and sounds.
reflection mirrors identity
As it unfolded, the structure of the story began to remind me of one of those Russian dolls that contain innumerable ever-smaller dolls within. Step by step the narrative split into a thousand stories, as if it had entered a gallery of mirrors, its identity fragmented into endless reflections.
thinking people world
We seem to live in a world where forgetting and oblivion are an industry in themselves and very, very few people are remotely interested or aware of their own recent history, much less their neighbors'. I tend to think we are what we remember, what we know. The less we remember, the less we know about ourselves, the less we are. (Interview with Three Monkeys Online, October 2008)
long remember
We exist as long as somebody remembers us.
book silence would-be
I decided that my existence would be one of books and silence.