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.

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.

Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.

and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.

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

That's maybe the reason he does so many things so that he will not have to think .

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