In small towns, news travels at the speed of boredom.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónTags: humorous gossip rural-life
Theory is the practice of the impotent.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónOld age is the lubricant of belief. When death knocks at the door, skepticism flies out the window. A serious cardiovascular fright and a person will even believe in Little Red Riding Hood.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónNobody knows much about women, not even Freud, not even women themselves.
But it's like electricity: you don't need to know how it works to get a shock on the fingers.
Tags: women
I recommend readers to be adventurous and to try things they’ve never heard of or considered reading before. Get out of the comfort zone and discover something new and exciting. If you’d never be caught dead in the mystery section go and read some George Pelecanos, Dennis Lehane, Michael Connelly or many others. If you only read thrillers get deep into the literary fiction aisle and let yourself be seduced. If you only read non-fiction pick up a Ian McDonald novel or a Joyce Carol Oates novel. If you only read comic books, get acquainted with the great Charles Dickens or a certain Monsieur Dumas. Pick up something at random and read a page. Feel the texture of the language, the architecture of the imagery, the perfume of the style… There’s so much beauty, intelligence and excitement to be had between the pages of the books waiting for you at your local bookstore the only thing you need to bring is an open mind and a sense of adventure. Disregard all prejudices, all pre-conceived notions and all the rubbish some people try to make you think. Think for yourself. Regarding books or anything in life. Think for yourself.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónI left the apartment without even bothering to close the door behind me. Once outside, I faced a world of buildings and faces that seemed strange and distant. I started to walk aimlessly, oblivious to the cold and the rain-filled wind that was starting to lash the town with the breath of a curse.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónGo to hell, I whispered. The night darker than ever, leaned in against the window panes.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónI bent over her and kissed her lips. She embraced me, and we remained like that as the light from the candle sputtered then went out.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónIt might have been that notion, or just chance, or its more flamboyant relative, destiny.
Carlos Ruiz ZafónTags: destiny-chance
And here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything.
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