For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood.

I never had intimate friends, and the few who came close are in New York. By which I mean they're dead, because that's where I suppose condemned souls go in order not to endure the truth of their past lives.

I'll never fall in love again... it's like having two souls at the same time.

It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.

Cease, cows, life is short.

And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.