In Los Angeles you get the sense sometimes that there’s a mysterious patrol at night: when the streets are empty and everyone’s asleep, they go erasing the past. It’s like a bad Ray Bradbury story...

that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.

I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

You don’t look well, he pronounced. – Indigestion, I replied. – From what? – Reality. – Join the queue.

Destiny doesn’t do home visits… you have to go for it yourself.

Yo había crecido en el convencimiento de que aquella lenta procesión de la posguerra, un mundo de quietud, miseria y rencores velados, era tan natural como el agua del grifo, y que aquella tristeza muda...

Me abrumó la soledad que desprendía su persona y, a un tiempo, creí ver en su interior un abismo infinito al que no podía evitar asomarme.

… And what am I to do?””Well, that depends. Do you like the girl?””Like her? I don’t know. How do you know if…?””It’s very simple. Do you look at her furtively and feel like biting...

Making money isn’t hard in itself,what’s hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting your life to

He was waiting for me at the best table in the room, toying with a glass of white wine and listening to the pianist who was playing a piece by Granados with velvet fingers.

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 …

Aryami Bose’s home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house.

As he took them in his arms, the crying of the babies permeated the night like a trail of blood calling out to a predator.

I’m fascinated by the period that goes from the Industrial Revolution to right after World War II. There’s something about that period that’s epic and tragic.

En aquellos días aprendí que nada da más miedo que un héroe que vive para contarlo, para contar lo que todos los que cayeron a su lado no podrán contar jamás.

Senor Sempere believed that God lives, to a smaller or greater extent, in books, and that is why he devoted his life to sharing them, to protecting them, and to making sure their pages, like...

Ponoćna palača drugi je roman koji sam objavio, 1994., i tvori, zajedno s Princem magle, Rujanskim svjetlima i Marinom, seriju “mladenačkih” romana koje sam napisao prije Sjene vjetra. Iskreno, nikad baš nisam shvatio što znači...

1I smiled bitterly, a defeated man pitifully begging a God in whom he had never trusted.

In the haunted shade of the Ateneo, her hands wrote a curse on my skin that was to hound me for years.

A Gentleman’s agreement cannot be broken without breaking the person who has entered into it.

I always felt that I was a writer, that was what I had to do.