From The Moment I Wrote 'leaf Storm'

The Only Thing He Could Do To Stay Alive Was Not To Allow Himself The Anguish Of That Memory. He Erased It From His Mind, Although From Time To Time In The Years That Were Left To Him He Would Feel It Revive, With No Warning And For No Reason, Like The Sudden Pang Of An Old Scar.

There [is] No Innocence More Dangerous Than The Innocence Of Age.

Thinking That It Would Console Him, She Took A Piece Of Charcoal And Erased The Innumerable Loves That He Still Owed Her For, And She Voluntarily Brought Up Her Own Most Solitary Sadnesses So As Not To Leave Him Alone In His Weeping.

All Human Beings Have Three Lives: Public, Private, And Secret.

It Is Not That The Girl Is Unfit For Everything, It Is That She Is Not Of This World.