It is impossible to explain. But what I like most is to eat.

Fernanda, on the other hand, looked for it in vain along the paths of her everyday itinerary without knowing that the search for lost things is hindered by routine habits and that is why it is so difficult to find them.

and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.

All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.

One had to live a long time to know a man's true nature.

Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated.

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.