Solitude: a sweet absence of looks.

"Pick me up," is the message of a person who keeps falling. Tomas kept picking her up, patiently.

There is such a thing as everyday, ordinary, vulgar ecstasy; the ecstasy of anger, the ecstasy of speed at the wheel, the ecstasy of ear-splitting noise, ecstasy in the soccer stadium.

It does take great maturity to understand that the opinion we are arguing for is merely the hypothesis we favor, necessarily imperfect, probably transitory, which only very limited minds can declare to be a certainty or a truth.

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

But if God is gone and man is no longer master, then who is master?

Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.