We'll grow old waiting.
It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.
Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.
It is impossible to explain. But what I like most is to eat.
When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.
There is always something left to love.