... 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.

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

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

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.

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

To die of yearning for something you will never experience

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.