Say the sea. Say the sea. Say the sea. So that perhaps a drop of that magic may wander through time, and something might find it, and save it before it disappears forever. Say the sea. Because it's what we have left. Because faced by the sea, we without crosses, without magic, we must still have a weapon, something, so as not to die in silence, that's all.

Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say

I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.

As you see, it is not that I don't know my own mind, I know it very well but only up to a certain point in the matter. I know perfectly well what the question is. It's the answer I want.

... he was one of those men who like to be observers at their own lives ... such people observe their destiny much as most people tend to observe a rainy day.

Do you have children? she asked. No. Why? The man answered that one had to have faith in the world to have children.

You were dead.' She said. 'And in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.