Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Carlos Ruiz Zafón Spanish: is a Spanish novelist...
NationalitySpanish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth25 September 1964
CountrySpain
dream people remember
There are people you remember and people you dream of.
dream needs might
Keep your dreams, you never know when you might need them.
winning games hitting
You don't win a game by hitting the ball out of the court.
agreement broken gentleman
A Gentleman's agreement cannot be broken without breaking the person who has entered into it.
believe desire earth
Contrary to what you believe, the earth does not revolve around the desires of your crotch.
military army years
The only use for military service is that it reveals the number of morons in the population," he would remark. "And that can be discovered in the first two weeks; there's no need for two years. Army, Marriage, the Church and Banking: the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Yes, go on, laugh.
labyrinth minotaur
Every labyrinth has its minotaur
stars flying mind
He lost himself in the words and images conjured in his mind and for a while forgot ... He found himself flying among stars and planets ...
way fool world
Why is it that the less one has to say the more one says it in the most pompous and pedantic way possible?... Is it to fool the world or just to fool themselves?
heart nonsense
You women listen more to your heart and less to all the nonsense. That's why you live longer.
character soul answers
His soul is in his stories. I once asked him who inspired him to create his characters, and his answer was no one. That all his characters were himself.
father book firsts
I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.
inspirational money hard
Making money isn't hard in itself... What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.
memories ocean book
I couldn't help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.