A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.

Do not allow me to forget you

It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

Curiosity is one of the many masks of love.

Thus they went on living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily captured by words, but which would escape irremediably when they forgot the values of the written letters.

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 is no greater glory than to die for love.