[Their love] had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.
Paolo GiordanoIt was strange to find them here, still alive, with their shared bits of past that suddenly counted for nothing.
Paolo GiordanoPeople took what they wanted, they clutched at coincidences, the few there were, and made a life from them. . . . Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains.
Paolo Giordano