Tricks you need to transform something which appears fantastic, unbelievable into something plausible, credible, those I learned from journalism. The key is to tell it straight. It is done by reporters and by country folk.

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

Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated.

I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love.

Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion.

Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.

There is no greater glory than to die for love.