I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.

Over the years they both reached the same wise conclusion by different paths: it was not possible to live together in any other way, or love in any other way, and nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

From the moment I wrote 'Leaf Storm' I realized I wanted to be a writer and that nobody could stop me and that the only thing left for me to do was to try to be the best writer in the world.

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.

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

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

More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.