There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

After a while it occurred to me that between the covers of each of those books lay a boundless universe waiting to be discovered while beyond those walls, in the outside world, people allowed life to pass by in afternoons of football and radio soaps, content to do little more than gaze at their navels.

There are worse prisons than words.

I've always said that idleness dulls the spirit. We have to keep the brain busy, or at least the hands if we don't have a brain.

When 'The Shadow of the Wind' became a success I had already been a working writer, I'd been through the ups and downs, I'd seen how it worked.

Sometimes, in difficult circumstances, one can confuse compassion with love.