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

She sensed it, saw my eyes wet with tears, and only then must have discovered I was no longer the man I had been, and I endured her glance with a courage I never thought I had.

An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.

There's no greater misfortune than dying alone.

His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .

The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.

Invulnerable to time, dedicated to the messianic happiness of thinking for us, knowing that we knew that he would not take any decision for us that did not have our measure, for he had not survived everything because of his inconceivable courage or his infinite prudence but because he was the only one among us who knew the real size of our destiny.