As eight years before, he was leaving ... to rewrite his destiny in orderly fashion.

Definitive resolutions are made always and only in a state of mind that is not destined to last.

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

As eight years before, he was leaving ... to rewrite his destiny in orderly fashion.

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.

This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.

It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.