The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.

An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.

If you lie down in a village square hoping to capture a sea gull, you could stay there your whole life without succeeding. But a hundred miles from shore it's different. Sea gulls have a highly developed instinct for self-preservation on land but at sea they're very cocky.

Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.

Hate and love are reciprocal passions.

wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.

We'll grow old waiting.