But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.
But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
And it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.
The truth is I’m getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don’t feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.
She discovered with great delight that one does not love one’s children just because they are one’s children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.
