Never trust he who trusts everyone.

Army, Marriage, the Church, and Baking: the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse. Fermin Romero de Torres - The Shadow of the Wind.

Money is like any other virus: once it has rotted the soul of the person who houses it, it sets off in search of new blood.

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.

I prefer you like this, when you're in a foul mood, because you tell the truth.

Waiting is the rust of the soul.

I tried to swallow his nonsense without choking.