That's maybe the reason he does so many things so that he will not have to think .

When one reaches absolute power, one loses total contact with reality.

He was weary of the uncertainty of the vicious circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the position of not knowing why, or how, or even when.

A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.

She was lost in her longing to understand.

I want the same one, the way she always is, without failures, without fights, without bad memories.

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.