“The Holy Land is everywhere” ― Black Elk

 “The only thing I can recall is that it rained all day and all night, and that when I asked my father whether heaven was crying, he couldn't bring himself to reply. Six years later my mother's absence remained in the air around us, a deafening silence that I had not yet learned to stifle with words.”

― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind