He had a hundred arms that broke into a hundred thousand fingers, and all of his fingers reached up into the sky. The weight of the sky was heavy on his shoulders.

“Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.”

“That's the joy of a harlequinade, after all, isn't it? We change our costumes. …”

“He was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring because yesterday has brou…”

“Vecchio ma soddisfatto, aveva l'aria di un uomo che ha bevuto fino in fondo il …”