The last light, in the last window, went out. Only the unstoppable machine of the sea still tears away at the silence with the cyclical explosion of nocturnal waves, distant memories of sleepwalking storms and the shipwrecks of dream.
Alessandro BariccoAs 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.
Alessandro BariccoDo you have children? she asked. No. Why? The man answered that one had to have faith in the world to have children.
Alessandro Baricco