Why did you choose to stay here?" (...) "I don't know," he said. "It's as if there's more oxygen here.

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.

They lived the slow and invisible interpenetration of their universes, like two stars gravitating around a common axis, in ever tighter orbits, whose clear destiny is to coalesce at some point in space and time.

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

His scars were hidden and safe in her hand.

...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.

People 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.