Reasons get forgotten.

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

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

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.

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

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

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