And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.

I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn’t last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.

She lived frugally, but her meals were the only things on which she deliberately spent her money. She never compromised on the quality of her groceries, and drank only good-quality wines.

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.

I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?

He was silent for thirty seconds, maybe a minute. I uncrossed my legs under the table and wondered if this was the right moment to leave. It was as if my whole life revolved around trying to judge the right point in a conversation to say goodbye.

Is it against the law for me to know it?