Vicky

“This is a story about books. ... About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a sory of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“- Boys my age are boring. They have nothing to say and half of them seem like complete idiots.

I was going to say that they didn't improve with age but didn't want to spoil her illusions.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“And for a moment I thought there were no more ghosts there than those of absence and loss, and that the light that smiled on me was borrowed light, only real as long as I could hold it in my eyes, second by second.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“One who would really like to know himself would have to be a restless, fanatical collector of disappointments, and seeking disappointing experiences must be like an addiction, the all-determining addiction of his life, for it would stand so clearly before his eyes that disappointment is not a hot, destroying poison, but rather a cool calming balm that opens our eyes to the real contours of ourselves.”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon