The war is in the mountains,” he said. “For as long as I can remember, they have killed us in the cities with decrees, not with bullets.

It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.

A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.

Just because someone does not love you as you want, it does not mean that you do not love with all his being.

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

Even when the winds of misfortune blow, amazing things can still happen.

Love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.