All the months are crude experiments out of which the perfect September is made.

“She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.”

“The reason why it is easy to kill another person must be that one's imagination…”

“It was a splendid mind. For if thought is like the keyboard of apiano, divided …”

“Profondamente sospirò e si gettò - c'era nei suoi gesti una passione che merita…”