In those days, Christmas still retained a certain aura of magic and mystery. The powdery light of winter, the hopeful expressions of people who lived among shadows and silence, lent that setting a slight air of promise in which at least children and those who had learned the art of forgetting could still believe.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonTime goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that donโt stop at your station.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonThe 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.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon