The Labyrinth of the Spirits

by Carlos Ruiz Zafón

Liquor is like rat poison or generosity – the more you make use of it, the less effective it becomes.”

all ideologies and creeds, without distinction, are brain inflammations induced by low intellect.

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 annexe 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.

Rarely in our country’s history has a qualified person – or at least someone not completely incompetent – found himself heading a cultural institution.

“Literature is a cruel lover that easily forgets its suitors,” said Sanchís, opening the door to the landing. “Much like justice. Luckily there is always someone who, like you and me, is ready to give them both a nudge.”