I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

I like to believe that storytelling transcends age limitations.

The fact is that nothing is more difficult to believe than the truth; conversely, nothing seduces like the power of lies, the greater the better. It's only natural, and you will have to find the right balance. Having said that, let me add that this particular old woman hasn't been collecting only years; she has also collected stories, and none sadder or more terrible than the one she's about to tell you. You have been at the heart of this story without knowing it until today.

Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.

Over time, loneliness gets inside you and doesn't go away.

It was a well-known fact that the richness of buttery foods led to the moral ruin and confusion of the intellect.