She let herself be lulled by the perfume of the words and was soon lost among them, succumbing to the torrent of images and rhythms that oozed from the story of Ariadna’s adventures and her descent in...
Questo luogo è un mistero, Daniel, un santuario. Ogni libro, ogni volume che vedi possiede un'anima, l'anima di chi lo ha scritto e di coloro che lo hanno letto, di chi ha vissuto e di chi ha sognato...
Qualcuno ha detto che nel momento in cui ti soffermi a pensare se ami o meno una persona, hai già la risposta.
O hábito não faz o monge,mas o crime ou a sua presunção fazem o detetive,sobretudo o amador.
Me vi entonces a mí mismo a través de sus ojos; apenas un muchacho transparente que creía haber ganado el mundo en una hora y que todavía no sabía que podía perderlo en un minuto.
Look, Daniel. Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to g...
La vita le aveva insegnato che viviamo di grandi e piccole menzogne quanto dell’aria. Diceva che se fossimo capaci di vedere senza paraocchi la realtà del mondo e di noi stessi per un solo giorno, dal...
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...
Forgive me,’ he whispered. I held my father’s gaze. Sometimes he seemed to grow a little older just by looking at me and remembering. I stood up and hugged him quietly. He held me tight and when he bu...
En Barcelona habitan más de un millón de personas, pero a la hora de la verdad apenas unas cuatrocientas son las que guardan las llaves de todas las puertas. Y esta es una ciudad de puertas cerradas d...
Despite myself I was beginning to get used to Isabella’s company, to her jibes and to the light she had brought into that house. If things continued this way, my worst fears were going to come true an...
Decent people are killed slowly in this country. Quick deaths are reserved for scoundrels. They kill people like me by ignoring us, shutting all the doors in our faces and pretending we don't exist.
Bea had always detested visiting the city of the dead, where all she saw was a morbid staging of death and a poor attempt at convincing terrified visitors that ancestry and good names persevere even i...
A man must have vices, expensive ones if possible. Otherwise when he reaches old age he will have nothing to be redeemed from. In fact, I’m going to have one with you, what the hell!
A good friend once told me that problems are like cockroaches, he said in the joking tone he used when he wanted to say something serious. If you bring them out into the light, they get scared and lea...
Perhaps because I'm unable to understand beyond my own prejudices or because there is nothing else to understand and the crux of the matter lies in simply believing or not believing, without stopping...
Yo no soy de ningún bando -repuso Fermín-. Es más, las banderas me parecen trapos de colores que huelen a rancio y me basta ver a cualquiera que se envuelva en ellas y se le llene la boca de himnos, e...
لا أفهم ما الذي حدث لي. اعذرني، ولكن في بعض الأحيان من السهل أن يثق المرء بشخص غريب. ومن يدري السبب - ربما لأن الغريب يرانا كما نحن على حقيقتنا، وليس كما نريد نحن أن يرانا الآخرون
Questo posto è un mistero, Julian. Un santuario. Ogni libro, ogni volume che vedi, ha un 'anima. L'anima di chi l'ha scritto, e l'anima di coloro che l'hanno letto e hanno vissuto e sognato con lui. O...
Esgotei o último gole de café e contemplei-a uns instantes em silêncio.Pensei no muito que desejava refugiar-me naquele olhar fugidio que se temia transparente,vazio.Pensei na solidão que me ia assalt...