Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafón Spanish: is a Spanish novelist...
NationalitySpanish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 September 1964
CountrySpain
boys men dying
They had parted as boys, and now life presented one of them with a fugitive and the other with a dying man. Both wondered whether this was due to the cards they'd been dealt or to the way they had played them.
important remembered
Nothing important is learned; it is simply remembered.
summer powerful fall
That afternoon the sky was scattered with black clouds galloping in from the sea and clustering over the city. Flashes of lightening echoed on the horizon and a charged warm wind smelling of dust announced a powerful summer storm. When I reached the station I noticed the first few drops, shiny and heavy, like coins falling from heaven...Night seemed to fall suddenly, interrupted only by the lightning now bursting over the city, leaving a trail of noise and fury.
eye becoming ends
You end up becoming someone you see in the eyes of those you love.
book glasses mirrors
As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let myself be imbued with the smell, with the light that filtered through the cracks or from the glass lanterns embedded in the wooden structure, floating among mirrors and shadows.
fear common-sense scared
Don't be afraid of being scared. To be afraid is a sign of common sense. Only complete idiots are not afraid of anything.
mind language dormant
There's no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.
character thinking fiction
The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the trail of ink he leaves behind him. The person you think you see is only an empty character: truth is always hidden in fiction.
thinking forever moments
The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.
art cities paris
Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.
book dust hands
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.
children memories heart
The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.
remember let-me-go ifs
Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go.
needs electricity shock
Nobody knows much about women, not even Freud, not even women themselves. But it's like electricity: you don't need to know how it works to get a shock on the fingers.