I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonThe words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonIn my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon