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.

A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.

Everything in life in nonsense. it's just a question of persepctive

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory

As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let myself be imbued with the smell, with the light that filtered through the cracks or from the glass lanterns embedded in the wooden structure, floating among mirrors and shadows.

We think we understand a song's lyrics but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music

Silence makes idiots seem wise even for a minute.