Through the air floated only important words, and Flajsman said to himself that love has but one true measure, and that is death. At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

“O acaso tem seus sortilégios, a necessidade não. Para que um amor seja inesquec…”

“Love is poetry, poetry is love”

“She felt attracted by their weakness as by vertigo. She felt attracted by it be…”

“...she merely wished to find a way out of the maze. She knew that she had becom…”