" he was... one of those men who like to witness their own life, considering any ambition to live it inappropriate.

...he didn´t believe, ever, that the truth was good for anything.

It´s a strange grief...To die of nostalgia for something you will never live.

...a goodbye is a serious conversation.

She wished, more than any other thing, to be that woman.

...went to the lake and spent hours watching it, because drawn on the water, he seemed to see the inexplicable spectacle, light, that had been his life. "

― Alessandro Baricco