They looked like two children," she told me. And that thought frightened her, because she'd always felt that only children are capable of everything.

The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not—when they strayed form the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.

It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.

Don't struggle so much, the best things happen when not expected.

Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it

More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.

Morality, too, is a question of time.