“I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.”

“It's a strange grief… to die of nostalgia for something you you will never live.”

“Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say”

“He puts down the pen, folds the sheet of paper, and slips it inside an envelope. He stands up, takes from his trunk a mahogany box, lifts the lid, lets the letter fall inside, open and unaddressed. In the box are hundreds of identical envelopes, open and unaddressed. He thinks that somewhere in the world he will meet a woman who has always been his woman. Every now and again he regrets that destiny has been so stubbornly determined to make him wait with such indelicate tenacity, but with time he has learned to consider the matter with great serenity. Almost every day, for years now, he has taken pen in hand to write to her. He has no names or addresses to put on the envelopes: but he has a life to recount. And to whom, if not to her? He thinks that when they meet it will be wonderful to place the mahogany box full of letters on her lap and say to her, 'I was waiting for you.'"She will open the box and slowly, when she so desires, read the letters one by one. As she works her way back up the interminable thread of blue ink she will gather up the years-- the days, the moments-- that that man, before he ever met her, had already given to her. Or perhaps more simply, she will overturn the box and astonished at that comical snowstorm of letters, she will smile, saying to that man, 'You are mad.' And she will love him forever.”

“To die of yearning for something you will never experience”

“Išla je i znala kuda treba da ide. To je bilo sve. Veličanstveno osećanje. Kad se sudbina napokon raskrili i postane razgovetna staza i nedvosmisleni trag i pouzdan pravac. Beskrajno vreme približavanja. TO primicanje. Kad bi moglo trajati večno. Pokret predavanja sudbini. To je emocija. Nema više nedoumica, nema više laži. Znati kuda. I stići je. Ma kakva bila, ta sudbina.”

“Say the sea. Say the sea. Say the sea. So that perhaps a drop of that magic may wander through time, and something might find it, and save it before it disappears forever. Say the sea. Because it's what we have left. Because faced by the sea, we without crosses, without magic, we must still have a weapon, something, so as not to die in silence, that's all.”