She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory.

Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

Taught him the only thing he had to learn about love: that nobody teaches life anything.

He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.

When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.

and realized that death was not only a permanent probability, as he had always believed, but an immediate reality.