He thought that the world would make more rapid progress without the burden of old people.

A man should have two wives: one to love and one to sew on his buttons.

In that way the long-awaited visit, for which both had prepared questions and had even anticipated answers, was once more the usual everyday conversation.

It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.

He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.

But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most... he saw fireflies where there were none.

There had never been a death so foretold.