"Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls."

Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.

Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.

Surrealism runs through the streets.

We'll grow old waiting.

I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.