But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?

I have been here five days. I have decided on a place to eat in at midday, a place to eat in at night, a place to have my drink in after dinner. I have arranged my little life.

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.

Only the magic and the dream are true — all the rest's a lie.

Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.