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

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 turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.

Never trust anyone, Daniel, especially the people you admire. Those are the ones who will make you suffer the worst blows.

Some like to believe it's the book that chooses the person.

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.

He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.