The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is like the greatest, most fantastic library you could ever imagine. Its a labyrinth of books with tunnels, bridges, arches, secret sections - and its hidden inside an old palace in the old city of Barcelona.

... , listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to one another, and to nobody else.

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

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

Why is it that the less one has to say the more one says it in the most pompous and pedantic way possible?... Is it to fool the world or just to fool themselves?

We think we understand a song's lyrics but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music