Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.

He didn't know whether we created God in our own image or whether God created us without quite knowing what he was doing. He believed that God, or whatever brought us here, lives in each of our deeds, in each of our words, and manifests himself in all those things that show us to be more than mere figures of clay.

Human beings believe just as they breathe - in order to survive.

The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with 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.

Waiting is the rust of the soul.