But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)

Dogs do not have many advantages over people, but one of them is extremely important: euthanasia is not forbidden by law in their case; animals have the right to a merciful death.

Beauty has long since disappeared. It has slipped beneath the surface of the noise, the noise of words, sunk deep as Atlantis. The only thing left of it is the word, whose meaning loses clarity from year to year.

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

loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they, too, fade away.

He was no longer quite sure whether anything he had ever thought or felt was truly his own property, or whether his thoughts were merely a common part of the world’s store of ideas which had always existed ready-made and which people only borrowed, like books from a library.

Beauty is a rebellion against time.