It was the year they fell into devastating love. Neither one could do anything except think about the other, dream about the other, and wait for letters with the same impatience they felt when they answered them.

Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

Invulnerable to time, dedicated to the messianic happiness of thinking for us, knowing that we knew that he would not take any decision for us that did not have our measure, for he had not survived everything because of his inconceivable courage or his infinite prudence but because he was the only one among us who knew the real size of our destiny.

Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.

Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.

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

In that way the long-awaited visit, for which both had prepared questions and had even anticipated answers, was once more the usual everyday conversation.