Posted by: Carmen P.
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I can't die yet, doctor. Not yet. I have things to do. Afterwards I'll have a whole lifetime in which to die.
from the book "" by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
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Posted by: Sara Bisci
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The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already the answer.
from the book "" by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Posted by: Eclissi
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I ignored the pleasure that the written word may bring, the pleasure of penetrating within the secrets of the soul, of abandoning oneself to imagination, to the beauty and mistery of literary invention.
from the book "" by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Posted by: Aura Esposito
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A writer never forgets the first time he accepts some coins or a praise in exchange for a story. He never forgets the first time he feels in his blood the sweet venom of vanity and believes that, if he shall be able to hide to all his lack of talent, the dream of literature may give him a roof above his head, warm food at the end of the day and above all everything he had ever desired for: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that will surely live more than he ever shall. A writer is for ever condemned to remember that moment, because by then he is already lost and his soul already has a price.
from the book "" by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Posted by: Anna
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The majority of the traditions are not other that the diseases of a society.
from the book "" by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Posted by: Anna
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She possessed a strange charm that seduced in a slow but relentless way.
from the book "" by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Posted by: F_Jeena
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One doesn't know what thirst is until one drinks for the first time.
from the book "" by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Posted by: Nicole Stocchi
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One of the many traps of childhood is that it is not necessary to understand to suffer.
from the book "" by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Posted by: V. Pecherskaya
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If a doctor had been present, perhaps he would have been able to stop the haemorrhaging that took Penelope's life, while she shrieked and scratched at the locked door, on the other side of which her father wept in silence and her mother cowered, staring at her husband. (...) When at last they opened the door and found Penelope lying dead in a pool of her own blood, hugging a shining, purple-coloured baby, nobody was capable of uttering a single word.
from the book "" by Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Posted by: sagea
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You don't find the truth, she finds you.
from the book "" by Carlos Ruiz Zafón