Martin, at my age, eroticism is reduced to enjoying caramel custard and looking at widows' necks.' - Senor Sempere.

Few things leave a deeper mark on the reader, than the first book that finds its way to his heart.

Childhood devotions make unfaithful and fickle lovers.

Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.

...until that moment I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has escaped into the pages of a novel because those whom he needs to love seem nothing more than ghosts inhabiting the mind of a stranger.

To truly hate is an art one learns with time.

Human beings believe just as they breathe - in order to survive.