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

None of us are what we once were.

All true stories begin and end in a cemetery" - The Shadow of the Wind

In those days I learned that nothing is more frightening than a hero who lives to tell his story, to tell what all those who fell at his side will never be able to tell.

Nobody had noticed, nobody had paid attention, but, as usual, the essential part of the matter had been settled before the story had begun, and by then it was too late.

And here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything.

... , listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to one another, and to nobody else.