When the Wood is no more
There will be woe in the World.
There will be no more laughter on the wind.

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

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, The Shadow of the Wind

Rhett looked lazy and his voice had a silky, almost bored, note.
“All wars are sacred,” he said. “To those who have to fight them. If the people who started wars didn’t make them sacred, who would be foolish enough to fight? But, no matter what rallying cries the orators give to the idiots who fight, no matter what noble purposes they assign to wars, there is never but one reason for a war. And that is money. All wars are in reality money squabbles. But so few people ever realize it. Their ears are too full of bugles and drums and the fine words from stay-at-home orators. Sometimes the rallying cry is ‘Save the Tomb of Christ from the Heathen!’ Sometimes it’s ‘Down with Popery!’ and sometimes ‘Liberty!’ and sometimes ‘Cotton, Slavery and States’ Rights!’ ”

"Until you’ve lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.”
“You do talk scandalous!”
“Scandalously and truly. Always providing you have enough courage — or money—you can do without a reputation.”