Veronika had noticed that a lot of people she knew would talk about the horros in other people's lives as if they were genuinely concerned to help them, but the truth was that they took pleasure in the suffering of others, because that made them believe they were happy and that life had been generous with them

Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.

I understand that everything is connected, that all roads meet, and that all rivers flow into the same sea.

She didn't quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.

One never knows what life may have in store for us, and it's always good to know where the emergency exit is.

He knew one of the women well, and had shared his universe with her. They had seen the same mountains, and the same trees, although each of them had seem them differently. She knew his weaknesses, his moments of hatred, of despair. Yet she was there at his side. They shared the same universe.

No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone