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

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.

We all give up great expectations along the way.

Childhood devotions make unfaithful and fickle lovers.

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

I leafed through the pages, inhaling the enchanted scent of promise that comes with all new books, and stopped to read the start of a sentence that caught my eye.

Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.