Author of quotes: Arturo Pérez-Reverte. Page 4

There are things that can reconcile us with the world. And inhabiting it with people.

All my life I dreamed to get into the story, but only to get and not to get caught.

And, as long as haven't stood a weary smile, a string of memories rushing trains, hotels, casinos, starch cover, bare back, glitter gems, playing in the lights of crystal chandeliers, and two young beautiful people, impassioned, urgent as life itself, never letting each other's eyes in the empty and silent cabin of a transatlantic liner sailing in the dark, dance has not been written tango. And, intertwined in embrace, slip, without noticing it, beyond the surreal world whose weary lights are already starting to fade forever.

- Have you been unthinkable good, Max. Elegant and charming. The ideal of the gentleman.
- That's someone you never were.
- It was - and more than almost all the men I have known. A true gentleman is one who is indifferent, a gentleman or not.

And I also think that in today's world, the only possible freedom is indifference.

Maybe it's the unbearable longing, the feeling of terrible emptiness at the thought of the inevitability of separation, devastating sadness, which has managed to supplant the instinct of self-preservation, is love?

Here's another right word: "devastation". Something like a wet, interior complaints when reminded of what was and what was not. Longing for unattainable warmth now.

This is chess. The art of deception, murder and war.

In order to become first, you need a hell of a job. Especially if you know that you never will be.

Chess players do not stand out mind among the rest of humanity. Just they have a different mind. Their receivers run on a different frequency.

Elegance can be bought with money, education, diligence and intelligence, but to carry it with utter naturalness the only one who is not what he did the first steps and crawling-he started on real Persian carpets.

Only doubt supports in a young man. Certainty same - something like a malicious virus. It infects you age.

I began to bear malice, you know, so shallow and disgusting, the way only we women when we feel bad...

Our history too has been postponed by the party... In two moves.
Three. Soon to be made by a third, Max thinks, but aloud don't say a word.