Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.

He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.

The truth is that the first changes are so slow they pass almost unnoticed, and you go on seeing yourself as you always were, from the inside, but others observe you from the outside.

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

There [is] no innocence more dangerous than the innocence of age.