No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.

She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.

The truth was that I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.

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.

While a person does not give up on sex, sex does not give up on the person.

Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.

we had made love without love, half-dressed most of the time and always in the dark so we could imagine ourselves as better than we were.