How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

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.

Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love.

Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.

It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

The truth is I'm getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don't feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.