Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafón Spanish: is a Spanish novelist...
NationalitySpanish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 September 1964
CountrySpain
country useless truth-is
Truth is, only the useless get to the top in this country.
eye looks
While you're working, you don't have to look life in the eye.
labyrinth way path
Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.
life thinking remember
Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.
moving thinking wife
My wife and I were never happy here. Spain can be narrow-minded, and provincial. In LA you don't have to justify yourself. I think I will leave here again soon and move back there.
world telling-the-truth this-world
Everything can be forgiven in this world, save telling the truth.
people heaven would-be
If people thought a quarter of what they speak, this world would be heaven.
people soul trying
People with a meagre soul always try to make others feel small too.
good-friend light cockroaches
A good friend once told me that the problems are like cockroaches. If drawn to light, they'll get scared.
liars lying keys
A good liar knows that the most efficient lie is always a truth that has had a key piece removed from it.
art children believe
In those days, Christmas still retained a certain aura of magic and mystery. The powdery light of winter, the hopeful expressions of people who lived among shadows and silence, lent that setting a slight air of promise in which at least children and those who had learned the art of forgetting could still believe.
rain years sea
I spend a lot of time in L.A., and when it rains there you get the entire rainfall for the year in two days, raindrops the size of mangoes. And in Barcelona, the Mediterranean storms come up from the sea, thunder and lightning; its like the end of the world.
sheep needs herds
I've always thought that anyone who needs to join a herd so badly must be a bit of a sheep himself.
running thinking sheep
I don't belong to any side. What's more, I think flags are nothing but painted rags that represent rancid emotions. Just seeing someone wrapped up in one of them, spewing out hymns, badges and speeches, gives me the runs. I've always thought that anyone who needs to join a herd so badly must be a bit of a sheep himself