It’s a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

All interpretation or observation of reality is necessarily fiction. In this case, the problem is that man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral universe and condemned to a finite existence with no other purpose than to perpetuate the natural cycle of the species. It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for a human being. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.

Sometimes feeling and thinking are one and the same.

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.

In the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner. Every book you see here has been somebody’s best friend.

If you really want to possess a woman, you must think like her, and the first thing to do is win over her soul. The rest, that sweet, soft wrapping that steals away your senses and your virtue, is a bonus.