Barcelona is a very old city in which you can feel the weight of history; it is haunted by history. You cannot walk around it without perceiving it.

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

A book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us.

Memories are worse than bullets.

It was a well-known fact that the richness of buttery foods led to the moral ruin and confusion of the intellect.

It is difficult to hate an idea. That requires a certain intellectual discipline and a slightly obsessive, sick mind. There aren’t too many of those. It’s much easier to hate someone with a recognizable face whom we can blame for everything that makes us feel uncomfortable. It doesn’t have to be an individual character. It could be a nation, a race, a group. . .anything.

Old age is the lubricant of belief. When death knocks at the door, skepticism flies out the window. A serious cardiovascular fright and a person will even believe in Little Red Riding Hood.