The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the trail of ink he leaves behind him. The person you think you see is only an empty character: truth is always hidden in fiction.

When everyone is determined to present someone as a monster, there are two possibilities: either he’s a saint or they themselves are not telling the whole story.

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.

But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.

Silence makes idiots seem wise even for a minute.

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

The world's very small when you don't have anywhere to go.