A falcon who chases a warlike crane can only hope for a life of pain.

"Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls."

Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.

It was a love of perpetual flight.

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.

One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.

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.