I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

It's curious how easy it is to tell a piece of paper what you don't dare say to someone's face.

Everything can be forgiven in this world, save telling the truth.

One mustn't dream of one's future; one must earn it.

You women listen more to your heart and less to all the nonsense. That's why you live longer.

The haunting of history is ever present in Barcelona. I see cities as organisms, as living creatures. To me, Madrid is a man and Barcelona is a woman. And its a woman whos extremely vain.

And here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything.