A single metaphor can give birth to love.

Only animals were not expelled from Paradise.

To ensure that the self doesn't shrink, to see that it holds on to its volume, memories have to be watered like potted flowers, and the watering calls for regular contact with the witnesses of the past, that is to say, with friends.

Eroticism is like a dance: one always leads the other.

Forgive me," he went on. "For a long time I have had the peculiar habit of not arriving but appearing.

How did the senator know that children meant happiness? Could he see into their souls? What if the moment they were out of sight, three of them jumped the fourth and began beating him up?

Seeing is limited by two borders: Strong light, which blinds, and total darkness.