Today, when I saw you, I realized that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion.

And again, as always, after so many years we were still in the same place we always were.

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

his examination revealed that he had no fever, no pain anywhere, and that his only concrete feeling was an urgent desire to die. All that was needed was shrewd questioning...to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of cholera.

The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.

I would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.

If you love something - let. If it is yours - it will come back. I love you not because of who you are, but for who I am when I'm with you.