I was secretly convinced that with such a marvel one would be able to write anything, from novels to encyclopedias, and letters whose supernatural power would surpass any postal limitations--a letter written with that pen would reach the most remote corners of the world, even that unknowable place to which my father said my mother had gone and from where she would never return.

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.

I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.

There are people you remember and people you dream of.

Wine turns the wise man into a fool and the fool into a wise man.

Nothing important is learned; it is simply remembered.

Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.