There are two things that I cannot live without: music and books. Caffeine isn't dignified enough to qualify. Carlos Ruiz Zafon More Quotes by Carlos Ruiz Zafon More Quotes From Carlos Ruiz Zafon In principle I'm an atheist, although in fact I have a lot of faith Carlos Ruiz Zafon atheist principles facts Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth. Carlos Ruiz Zafon labyrinth triumph way While you're working, you don't have to look life in the eye. Carlos Ruiz Zafon eye looks Truth is, only the useless get to the top in this country. Carlos Ruiz Zafon truth-is useless country Sometimes feeling and thinking are one and the same. Carlos Ruiz Zafon feelings sometimes thinking People with a meagre soul always try to make others feel small too. Carlos Ruiz Zafon soul trying people 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. Carlos Ruiz Zafon able hero stories Delving into the past had unveiled a cruel lesson - that in the book of life it is perhaps best not to turn back pages; it was a path on which, whatever direction we took, we'd never be able to choose our own destiny. Carlos Ruiz Zafon destiny book past Everything in life in nonsense. it's just a question of persepctive Carlos Ruiz Zafon nonsense Whoever said that childhood is the happiest time of your life is a liar, or a fool. Carlos Ruiz Zafon childhood fool liars The truth is what hurts Carlos Ruiz Zafon truth-is hurt Does the madman know he is mad? Or are the madmen those who insist o. Convincing him of his unreason in order to safeguard their own idea of reality? Carlos Ruiz Zafon order reality ideas Who are the lunatics? The ones who see horror in the heart of their fellow humans and search for peace at any price? Or the ones who pretend they don't see what's going on around them? The world belongs either to lunatics or hypocrites. There are no other races on this earth. You must choose which one to belong to. Carlos Ruiz Zafon hypocrite race heart In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams. Carlos Ruiz Zafon dream two book I leafed through the pages, inhaling the enchanted scent of promise that comes with all new books, and stopped to read the start of a sentence that caught my eye. Carlos Ruiz Zafon eye book promise [H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years. Carlos Ruiz Zafon dawn bye years He was a very private person, and sometimes it seemed to me that he was no longer interested in the world or in other people... I got the feeling that Julián was living in the past, locked in his memories. Julián lived within himself, for his books and inside them - a comfortable prison of his own design." "You say this as if you envied him." "There are worse prisons than words. Carlos Ruiz Zafon memories book past Nothing feeds forgetfulness better than war.... We all keep quiet and they try to convince us that what we've seen, what we've done, what we've learned about ourselves and about others, is an illusion, a passing nightmare. Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind. Carlos Ruiz Zafon convince-us memories war 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. Carlos Ruiz Zafon wall football book Sometimes I think that Darwin made a mistake and that in fact man is descended from the pig, because eight out of every ten members of the human race are swine, and as crooked as a hog's tail. Carlos Ruiz Zafon mistake men thinking
