Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.

...until that moment I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has escaped into the pages of a novel because those whom he needs to love seem nothing more than ghosts inhabiting the mind of a stranger.

... deep down nobody is bad, only frightened.

Contrary to what you believe, the earth does not revolve around the desires of your crotch.

There was no more good or evil in this world than we imagine there to be, either out of greed or out of innocence. Or sometimes madness.

[H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years.

The most efficient way of rendering the poor harmless is to teach them to want to imitate the rich.