He spent six hours examining things, trying to find a difference from their appearance on the previous day in the hope of discovering in them some change that would reveal the passage of time.

All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.

The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

You can't eat hope,' the woman said. You can't eat it, but it sustains you,' the colonel replied.

She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

Sex is one's consolation when love is not enough