You women listen more to your heart and less to all the nonsense. That's why you live longer.

Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.

that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.

Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate. There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires.

This cures everything except stupidity, which is an epidemic on the rise.

As it unfolded, the structure of the story began to remind me of one of those Russian dolls that contain innumerable ever-smaller dolls within. Step by step the narrative split into a thousand stories, as if it had entered a gallery of mirrors, its identity fragmented into endless reflections.

. . .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.