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After a while it occurred to me that between the covers of each of those books lay a boundless universe waiting to be discovered while beyond those walls, in the outside world, people allowed life to pass by in afternoons of football and radio soaps, content to do little more than gaze at their navels.

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Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Age: 55 †
Born: 1964
Born: September 25
Died: 2020
Died: June 19
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Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate. There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires.
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It is part of our nature to survive. Faith is an instinctive response to aspects of existence that we cannot explain by any other means - be it the moral void we perceive in the universe, the certainty of death, the mystery of the origin of things, the meaning of our own lives or the absence of meaning.
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Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.
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It's hard work, writing, you know. Honestly, a fight every day against your own limitations. You have to squeeze books out of your brain, you're constantly trying to solve challenges. I think most writers enjoy the feeling of having written something, rather than the process of writing it.
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I knew when I was writing The Angel's Game that a lot of people would be upset that I didn't write Shadow Of The Wind 2. That's okay, that's part of the game. You do what you have to do. If they like it, great. If they don't, too bad. What are you going to do?
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Write, he said. I'll write to you as soon as I get there, answered Julian. No. Not to me. Write books. Not letters. Write them for me, for Penelope.
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Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.
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How many lost souls do You need, Lord, to satisfy Your hunger? the hatter asked. God, in His infinite silence, looked at him without blinking.
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The Cemetery of Forgotten Books is a metaphor, not just for books but for ideas, for language, for knowledge, for beauty, for all the things that make us human, for collecting memory
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The world's very small when you don't have anywhere to go.
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People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.
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There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.
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Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened.
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It's curious how easy it is to tell a piece of paper what you don't dare say to someone's face.
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There are two things in life you cannot choose. The first is your enemies the second your family. Sometimes the difference between them is hard to see, but in the end time will show you that the cards you have been dealt could always have been worse.
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I became a writer, a teller of tales, because otherwise I would have died... or worse.
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Whoever said that childhood is the happiest time of your life is a liar, or a fool.
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Envy is the religion of the mediocre
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I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.
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The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the trail of ink he leaves behind him. The person you think you see is only an empty character: truth is always hidden in fiction.
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