She discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.

Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.

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

A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.

Let me stay here," he said. "There was soap.

In all the houses keys to memorizing objects and feelings had been written. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral strength that many succumbed to the spell of an imaginary reality, one invented by themselves, which was less practical for them but more comforting.

Love does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.