She was seventeen, her entire life shining on her lips.

All true stories begin and end in a cemetery" - The Shadow of the Wind

Delving into the past had unveiled a cruel lesson - that in the book of life it is perhaps best not to turn back pages; it was a path on which, whatever direction we took, we'd never be able to choose our own destiny.

Are you not tempted to create a story for which men and women would live and die, for which they would be capable of killing and allowing them to be killed, of sacrificing and condemning themselves, of handling over their souls?

Death does that: it makes everyone feel sentimental. When we stand in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we want to see.

There are times and places where not to be anyone is more honourable than to be someone.

Memories are worse than bullets.