I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

  • -- Carlos Ruiz Zafón 卡洛斯·鲁伊兹·扎夫

我在书堆中长大,结交了许多看不见的朋友,他们的书页仿佛是从尘土中撒下的,他们的气味我一直带在手上,直到今天。

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If there is no mystery, for the artist, to solve inside of his art, then there's no point in it. . . . for me, every act of art is the act of solving a mystery.

如果对艺术家来说,他的艺术中没有什么神秘的东西,那么它就没有意义……对我来说,每一个艺术行为都是解开一个谜。

Once you’ve read too many trashy best-sellers, you begin to look for something with substance, something that attempts to define the universe.

一旦你读了太多垃圾畅销书,你就会开始寻找一些有实质内容的东西,一些试图定义宇宙的东西。

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

没有作家的眼泪,就没有读者的眼泪。作家不感到惊讶,读者也不感到惊讶。

Books are not men and yet they stay alive.

书不是人,但它们仍然活着。