I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

I think you judge yourself too severely, a quality that always distinguishes people of true worth.

Nobody had noticed, nobody had paid attention, but, as usual, the essential part of the matter had been settled before the story had begun, and by then it was too late.

Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once the rest is just scratches.

In principle I'm an atheist, although in fact I have a lot of faith

If people thought a quarter of what they speak, this world would be heaven.

We exist as long as somebody remembers us.