Nothing feeds forgetfulness better than war.... We all keep quiet and they try to convince us that what we've seen, what we've done, what we've learned about ourselves and about others, is an illusion, a passing nightmare. 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.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonOne is never wholly conscious of the greed hidden in one's heart until one hears the sweet sound of silver.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonIn 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.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonBut in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon