Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafón Spanish: is a Spanish novelist...
NationalitySpanish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 September 1964
CountrySpain
book reading writing
You have to seduce the reader, manipulate their mind and heart, listen to the music of language. I sometimes think of prose as music, in terms of its rhythms and dynamics, the way you compress and expand the attention of a reader over a sentence, the way the tempo pushes you towards an image or sensation. We want an intense experience, so that we can forget ourselves when we enter the world of the book. When you are reading, the physical object of the book should disappear from your hands.
writing novelists human-nature
Human nature provides the lyrics, and we novelists just compose the music.
loneliness going-away
Over time, loneliness gets inside you and doesn't go away.
mistake maturity age
We had yet to learn that the Devil created youth so that we could make our mistakes, and that God established maturity and old age so that we could pay for them...
kids mirrors air
All I know is that once Julián told the kids in the building that he had a sister only he could see. He said she came out of mirrors as if she were made of thin air and that she lived with Satan himself in a palace at the bottom of a lake.
blood house soul
Money is like any other virus: once it has rotted the soul of the person who houses it, it sets off in search of new blood.
shadow
somethings can only be seen in the shadows
morning memories eye
She wore an ivory-white dress and held the world in her eyes. I barely remember the priest's words or the faces of the guests, full of hope, who filled the church on that March morning. All that remains in my memory is the touch of her lips and, when I half opened my eyes, the secret oath I carried with me and would remember all the days of my life.
reality hypocrisy spokes
Julian spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.
boys men dying
They had parted as boys, and now life presented one of them with a fugitive and the other with a dying man. Both wondered whether this was due to the cards they'd been dealt or to the way they had played them.
too-late attention stories
Nobody had noticed, nobody had paid attention, but, as usual, the essential part of the matter had been settled before the story had begun, and by then it was too late.
important remembered
Nothing important is learned; it is simply remembered.
evil greed world
There was no more good or evil in this world than we imagine there to be, either out of greed or out of innocence. Or sometimes madness.
ideas stupidity excess
It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.