I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonTime goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that donโt stop at your station.
Carlos Ruiz ZafonIn the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner. Every book you see here has been somebodyโs best friend.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon