For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.

As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.

He was so excited by this little bit of intelligence that he might have gone off, perplexed, pondering for a long time. It was like reading a wonderful sentence in a book, and not being able to continue because so many possibilities were crowding his mind.

Don't let the old story repeat itself now. Arm yourself with all that's happened.

First-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest power and chance of artistic success.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself.

There's a virtue,' Felix said, 'to listening to a reluctant storyteller. You know that he is in fact diving deep for the salvageable truth.