Just imagine living in a world without mirrors. You'd dream about your face and imagine it as an outer reflection of what is inside you. And then, when you reached forty, someone put a mirror before you for the first time in your life. Imagine your fright! You'd see the face of a stranger. And you'd know quite clearly what you are unable to grasp: your face is not you.

The history of music is mortal, but the idiocy of the guitar is eternal.

All great novels, all true novels, are bisexual.

Even at the age of eight she would fall asleep by pressing one hand into the other and making believe she was holding the hand of the man whom she loved, the man of her life. So if in her sleep she pressed Tomas hand with such tenacity, we can understand why: she had been training since childhood.

But man, because he has only one life to live, cannot conduct experiments to test whether to follow his passion (compassion) or not.

I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.

She is sadder and sadder, and for a man there is no balm more soothing than the sadness he has caused a woman.