Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of
the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and
dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time
someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and
Memories are worse than bullets.
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.
Those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with
The most efficient way of rendering the poor harmless is to teach
them to want to imitate the rich.
In this world the only opinion that holds court is prejudice.
Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.
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.
Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it’s an
intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what
we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all
our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce
by the day.
– quotes from “The Shadow of the Wind” by Carlos Ruiz Zafòn