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A skyscraper is simply a cathedral for people who, instead of believing in God, believe in money.

Everything can be forgiven in this world, save telling the truth.

Ooooohhhh, book 2 just became so much more clear to me.

Love is the only creature that doesn’t learn from its mistakes.

Faith is found when one isn’t looking for it and the day will come when your heart, and not your mind, will long for the purification of the soul.

When we feel like victims, all our actions and beliefs are legitimized, however questionable they may be.

Tell me what you boast of and I'll tell you what you lack.

Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink...

Normally, the more talent one has, the more one doubts it, and vice versa.

I think you judge yourself too severely, a quality that always distinguishes people of true worth.

It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.

Envy is the religion of the mediocre. It comforts them, it soothes their worries, and finally it rots their souls, allowing them to justify their meanness and their greed until they believe these to be virtues.

Vidal is a sentimentalist who still believes in those profoundly un-Spanish myths such as meritocracy or giving opportunities to those who deserve them rather than to the current favorite.

continued: and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that surely will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that moment, because from then on he is doomed and his soul has a price.

The first paragraph of this book is to die for: A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and.....

“Like a jar that had decided to forgive you.” —- WTF?

He misread nothing in her face. He misread everything. …Again, I have no idea what this means.

“The word sat in the air like a coin for a saint.” —- I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean.

If one is saving Jewish children from the Warsaw ghetto, I doubt their parents “pressed a tiny cross” into your palm. 🤦🏼‍♀️

I hope this whole book doesn’t read like a dictionary of lame metaphors.

God gives us life, but the world's landlord is the devil.

Most of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our lives fall apart so slowly we barely notice.

They had parted as boys, and now life presented one of them with a fugitive and the other with a dying man. Both wondered whether this was due to the cards they'd been dealt or to the way they had played them.

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

To my dismay, the day was turning out to be longer than The Brothers Karamazov.

Our world will not die as a result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, of making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that.

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

Never trust anyone, especially the people you admire. Those are the ones who will make you suffer the worst blows.