I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

In this world the only opinion that holds court is prejudice.

I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

I spend a lot of time in L.A., and when it rains there you get the entire rainfall for the year in two days, raindrops the size of mangoes. And in Barcelona, the Mediterranean storms come up from the sea, thunder and lightning; its like the end of the world.

Never trust anyone, Daniel, especially the people you admire. Those are the ones who will make you suffer the worst blows.

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.

Waiting is the rust of the soul.