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

Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?

Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.

That's maybe the reason he does so many things so that he will not have to think .

They looked like two children," she told me. And that thought frightened her, because she'd always felt that only children are capable of everything.

He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.

What Uncle Leo XIII never suspected was that his nephew's courage did not come from the need to survive or from a brute indifference inherited from his father, but from a driving need for love, which no obstacle in this world or the next would ever break.