El cielo es algo que, al tiempo que existe, no existe. Algo material y, a la vez, inmaterial

“Beethoven, he learned, was a proud man who believed absolutely in his own abili…”

“You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you …”

“One time, as the cold wind blew and she kept watch over the playground, Aomame …”

“People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues.”