He lost himself in the words and images conjured in his mind and for a while forgot ... He found himself flying among stars and planets.

. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

Most of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our lives fall apart so slowly we barely notice.

All I know is that once Julián told the kids in the building that he had a sister only he could see. He said she came out of mirrors as if she were made of thin air and that she lived with Satan himself in a palace at the bottom of a lake.

I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss. In my ..reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and second hand dreams

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