In the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner. Every book you see here has been somebody’s best friend.
Page and page I let the spell of the story and its world take me over, until the breath of dawn touched my window and my tired eyes slid over the last page. I lay in the bluish half-light with the book on my chest and listened to the murmur of the sleeping city. My eyes began to close, but I resisted. I did not want to lose the story’s spell or bid farewell to its characters yet.
Su idioma eran las texturas y los ecos, el color de las voces, el ritmo de los pasos.
There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite. Listen,
Decisi che la mia sarebbe stata un’esistenza di libri e di silenzio.
Martin, at my age, eroticism is reduced to enjoying caramel custard and looking at widows’ necks.’ – Senor Sempere.
Sometimes it’s easier to talk to a stranger than someone you know. Why is that?
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.
Never trust girls who let themselves be touched right away. But even less those who need a priest for approval. Good sirloin steak – if you’ll excuse the comparison – needs to be cooked until it’s medium rare. Of course, if the opportunity arises, don’t be prudish, and go for the kill
I discovered that seventeen-year-old girls have such huge verbal energy that their brain drives them to expend it every twenty seconds. On the third day I decided I had to find her a boyfriend — if possible, a deaf one.