Crazy people are not crazy if one accepts their reasoning.
but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.
And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.
Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.
How strange women are.
He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.