We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods.

“The pursuer's blind spot is that he never thinks he's being pursued.”

“Busco la perfección. Por eso es tan difícil. –¿Un amor perfecto? –¡No! No pido …”

“I can stab myself, but I can’t reach the knife to pull it out. And then everyth…”

“They had stolen my memories from me! Nobody had that right. Nobody! My memories…”