How Will I Ever Get Out Of

An Artisan Without Memories, Whose Only Dream Was To Die Of Fatigue In The Oblivion And Misery Of His Little Gold Fishes.

Four Geological Eras Had To Pass So That Human Beings Would Be Able To Outsing The Birds And Die For Love.

What Is Essential, Therefore, Is Not That You No Longer Believe, But That God Continues To Believe In You.

We Had Made Love Without Love, Half-dressed Most Of The Time And Always In The Dark So We Could Imagine Ourselves As Better Than We Were.

When I Wake Up," He Said, "remind Me That I'm Going To Marry Her.