Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia.

He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.

As a writer I'm merely a journalist who has learned to write better than others.

Hate and love are reciprocal passions.

Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.

Crazy people are not crazy if one accepts their reasoning.

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