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How she longed for the uninhibitedness of kids her age, their vacuous sense of immortality.

Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.

He opened his mouth to reply that feeling special is the worst kind of cage that a person can build for himself, but he didn't say anything.

As if moved by a breeze that only she could feel.

Feeling special is the worst kind of cage a person can build for himself.

She was stung by sharp regret thinking about the sheets and tablecloths, so costly and never used due to excessive regard.

That evening, getting up from the table, she had crossed the invisible boundary beyond which things start working by themselves.

His wife was disappearing from life like a wet mark drying on a shirt.

In the long run, every love needs someone to witness and acknowledge it, to validate it, or it may turn out to be just a mirage.

In fact, they didn't talk much at all, but they spent time together, each in his own abyss, held safe and tight by the other's silence.

The scene was set. All that was required was an action, a cold start, instant and brutal as beginnings always are.

Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains.

She was tired, with that tiredness that only emptiness brings.

It was strange to find them here, still alive, with their shared bits of past that suddenly counted for nothing.

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.

She found herself thinking of how it would feel to be safely trapped in his arms, with no more possibility to choose.

With a little effort, she could get up by herself.

Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other.

Those nights when the future seemed to last only till the morning and he would count off the hours, one by one, by the chimes of distant church bells.

Even though he was afraid to admit it, when he was with her it seemed it was worth doing all those normal things that normal people do.

She was sleeping a sleep that wasn't her own and the gadgets to which she was connected didn't make a sound.

Why did you choose to stay here?" ( ... )
"I don't know," he said. "It's as if there's more oxygen here.

But his eyes were too dark for her to make out any spark in them

You can fall ill with just a memory.

When a relationship is severed, it's best if it's severed cleanly and permanently.

Mattia stayed right where he was, feeling those clothes that weren't his, but with the pleasant sensation of disappearing into them.

His scars were hidden and safe in her hand.

In the end it happens, in some way you couldn't imagine before.

Separating them were two layers of brick, a few inches of plaster, and nine years of silence.

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

Death realigns roles according to a formal order of importance.

In the end we are almost never happy or unhappy because of what happens to us; we are one or the other depending on the humor that flows inside us