The Labyrinth of the Spirits (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, #4)

by Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“It’s not such a bad idea. Self-deceit is the key to all impossible ventures.”

to keep your sanity, you must have a place in the world where you can lose yourself if necessary. That place, that last refuge, is a small annex of the soul, and when the world reverts to its absurd comedy, you can always run there, lock yourself in, and throw away the key.

A legend is a lie that has been whipped up to explain a universal truth. Places where lies and fantasy pepper

Under a lightning-meshed sky, they walked down to the port. A forest of masts fought a wind blowing in from the sea, carrying the scent of electricity.

There was a sudden flash of lightning, and for a split second the car looked like a carriage made of molten lead smoldering in the rain.

The fact is that, despite his iron resistance, I managed to sneak into his house, his strange life, and his consciousness, which in itself was a haunted house.