Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.

The children would remember for the rest of their lives the august solemnity with which their father, devastated by his prolonged vigil and by the wraith of his imagination, revealed his discovery to them: 'The world is round, like an orange.

There was a house at the foot of the tower, close to the thunder of the waves breaking against the cliffs, where love was more intense because it seemed like a shipwreck.

Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.

It's much more important to write than to be written about.

Never stop smiling not even when you're sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.

I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.