Spanish novelist (1964- )
Los Angeles is one of those places where somebodies become nobodies and nobodies become somebody.
CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON
The Independent, Jun. 24, 2012
Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.
CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON
The Angel's Game
May I offer you something? A small glass of cyanide?
CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON
The Angel's Game
Why is it that all wars are won by bankers?
CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON
The Prisoner of Heaven
Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.
CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON
The Shadow of the Wind
You're as white as a nun's buttock. Are you all right?
CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON
The Shadow of the Wind
I think you judge yourself too severely, a quality that always distinguishes people of true worth.
CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON
The Angel's Game