Jealousy has the amazing power to illuminate a single person in an intense beam of light, keeping the multitude of others in total darkness.

To die; to decide to die; that's much easier for an adolescent than for an adult. What? Doesn't death strip an adolescent of a far larger portion of future? Certainly it does, but for a young person, the future is a remote, abstract, unreal thing he doesn't really believe in.

There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.

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

La memoria no guarda películas, guarda fotografías.

I have to lie, if I don't want to take madmen seriously and become a madman myself

When she is older she will see in these resemblances a regrettable uniformity among individuals (they all stop at the same spots to kiss, have the same tastes in clothing, flatter a woman with the same metaphor) and a tedious monotony among events (they are all just an endless repetition of the same one); but in her adolescence she welcomes these coincidences as miraculous and she is avid to decipher their meanings.