All I know is that once Julián told the kids in the building that he had a sister only he could see. He said she came out of mirrors as if she were made of thin air and that she lived with Satan himself in a palace at the bottom of a lake.

. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go.

somethings can only be seen in the shadows

Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.

If people thought a quarter of what they speak, this world would be heaven.

In those days, Christmas still retained a certain aura of magic and mystery. The powdery light of winter, the hopeful expressions of people who lived among shadows and silence, lent that setting a slight air of promise in which at least children and those who had learned the art of forgetting could still believe.