A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.
Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.
A taste older than meat, older than wine. A taste as old as cold water.
The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.
Music is only love looking for words.
I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?