La memoria no guarda películas, guarda fotografías.

Even in the game there lurks a lack of freedom; even in a game is a trap for the players.

I understood that there was no escaping the memories, that I was surround by them. (p.30)

She knew, of course that she was being supremely unfair, that Franz was the best man she ever had- he was intelligent, he understood her paintings, he was handsome and good-but the more she thought about it, the more she longed to ravish his intelligence, defile his kindheartedness, and violate his powerless strength

For he was aware of the great secret of life: Women don't look for handsome men. Women look for men who have had beautiful women. Having an ugly mistress is therefore a fatal mistake.

The emotion of love gives all of us a misleading illusion of knowing the other.

I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.