The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, #1)

by Carlos Ruiz Zafón

As a child I learned to fall asleep talking to my mother in the darkness of my bedroom,

few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart.

Women have an infallible instinct for knowing when a man has fallen madly in love with them, especially when the male in question is both a complete dunce and a minor.

One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn’t have to understand something to feel it.

What the world needs is more thoroughly evil people and fewer borderline pigheads.”

A man with a head, a heart, and a soul. A man capable of listening, of leading and respecting a child, and not of drowning his own defects in him. Someone whom a child will not only love because he’s his father but will also admire for the person he is. Someone he would want to grow up to resemble.”

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.