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

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.

She had the revelation one Sunday that while the other instruments played for everyone the violen played for her alone .

opened the door a crack wide enough for the entire world to pass through .

Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.

He would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to him for what it was: a pitfall of happiness that he despised and desired at the same time, but from which it was impossible to escape.