There are worse prisons than words.

Whenever it poured like this, Max felt as if time was pausing. It was like a cease-fire during which you could stop whatever you were doing and just stand by a window for hours, watching the performance, an endless curtain of tears falling from heaven.

It's curious how easy it is to tell a piece of paper what you don't dare say to someone's face.

She wore an ivory-white dress and held the world in her eyes. I barely remember the priest's words or the faces of the guests, full of hope, who filled the church on that March morning. All that remains in my memory is the touch of her lips and, when I half opened my eyes, the secret oath I carried with me and would remember all the days of my life.

God gives us life, but the world's landlord is the devil.

But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.

Never trust he who trusts everyone.