Separating them were two layers of brick, a few inches of plaster, and nine years of silence.

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains

All Mattia saw was a shadow moving toward him. He instinctively closed his eyes and then felt Alice’s hot mouth on his, her tears on his cheek, or maybe they weren’t hers, and finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them.

Feeling special is the worst kind of cage a person can build for himself.

She tried to open the bottle, but the top slipped through her fingers without moving. He took the bottle from her hand and opened it with his thumb and index finger. There was nothing special in the gesture and yet she found it strangely fascinating like a small heroic feat performed specially for her.

With a little effort, she could get up by herself