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.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonI still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonYou young people never say anything. And us old folks don't know how to stop talking.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon