The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants .
I plead youth as a mitigating circumstance.
When you have a healthy appetite there is no such thing as bad bread.
When one reaches absolute power, one loses total contact with reality.
She searched the truth with an anguish almost as great as her terrible fear of finding it .
Life is but a continual succession of opportunities for surviving.
I’ve remained a virgin for you.
A great commotion immobilized her in her center of gravity, planted her in her place, and her defensive will was demolished by the irresistible anxiety to discover what the orange bells and whistles and the invisible globes on the other side of death were like.
He was weary of the uncertainty of the vicious circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the position of not knowing why, or how, or even when.
An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.
It is life, more than death, that has no limits.
He thought that the world would make more rapid progress without the burden of old people.
In that way the long-awaited visit, for which both had prepared questions and had even anticipated answers, was once more the usual everyday conversation.
He spent six hours examining things, trying to find a difference from their appearance on the previous day in the hope of discovering in them some change that would reveal the passage of time.
In all the houses keys to memorizing objects and feelings had been written. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral strength that many succumbed to the spell of an imaginary reality, one invented by themselves, which was less practical for them but more comforting.
There had never been a death so foretold.
It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending.
Nevertheless, no matter how much they killed themselves with work, no matter how much money they eked out, and no matter how many schemes they thought of, their guardian angels were asleep with fatigue while they put in coins and took them out trying to get just enough to live with.
More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.
The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass.