Carlos Ruiz Zafon Quotes About Art

Quotes about: Art

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

  Carlos Ruiz Zafon

  Art, Cities, Paris

  Carlos Ruiz Zafon (2005). “The Shadow of the Wind”, p.73, Penguin

• Bea says that the art of reading is slowly dying, that it's an intimate ritual, that a book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us, that when we read, we do it with all our heart and mind, and great readers are becoming more scarce by the day.

  Carlos Ruiz Zafon

  Art, Book, Reading

  Carlos Ruiz Zafon (2005). “The Shadow of the Wind”, p.457, Penguin

• To truly hate is an art one learns with time.

  Carlos Ruiz Zafon

  Art, Hate

  Carlos Ruiz Zafon (2005). “The Shadow of the Wind”, p.68, Penguin

• In fact I don't think of literature, or music, or any art form as having a nationality. Where you're born is simply an accident of fate. I don't see why I shouldn't be more interested in say, Dickens, than in an author from Barcelona simply because I wasn't born in the UK. I do not have an ethno-centric view of things, much less of literature. Books hold no passports. There's only one true literary tradition: the human.

  Carlos Ruiz Zafon

  Art, Book, Fate

  "Books hold no passport – Carlos Ruiz Zafón discusses The Shadow of the Wind". Interview with Steve Porter, www.threemonkeysonline.com.

• Literature, at least good literature, is science tempered with the blood of art. Like architecture or music.

  Carlos Ruiz Zafon

  Art, Blood, Literature

• Every work of art is aggressive, Isabella. And every artist's life is a small war or a large one, beginning with oneself and one's limitations. To achieve anything you must first have ambition and then talent, knowledge, and finally the opportunity.

  Carlos Ruiz Zafon

  Art, War, Ambition

• In those days, Christmas still retained a certain aura of magic and mystery. The powdery light of winter, the hopeful expressions of people who lived among shadows and silence, lent that setting a slight air of promise in which at least children and those who had learned the art of forgetting could still believe.

  Carlos Ruiz Zafon

  Art, Children, Believe

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