“Les moments de crise produsent un redoublement de vie chez les hommes.Moments of crisis produce a redoubled vitality in men. Or, more succinctly perhaps: Men don't begin to live fully until thier backs are against the wall.”

“Toute la scène avait quelque chose d’imaginaire. J’étais conscient qu’elle était réelle, mais en même temps c’était mieux que la réalité, plus proche d’une projection de ce que j’attendais de la réalité que tout ce qui m’étais arrivé auparavant.Avec le temps, je commençai à remarquer que les bonnes choses m’arrivaient que lorsque j’avais renoncé à les espérer.”

“¿y de qué servía un hogar si uno no se sentía a salvo en él, si le trataban como a un paria precisamente en el sitio que debía servirle de refugio?”

“...and when she thinks of that generation of silent men, the boys who lived through the Depression and grew up to become soldiers or not-soldiers in the war, she doesn’t blame them for refusing to talk, for not wanting to go back into the past, but how curious it is, she thinks, how sublimely incoherent that her generation, which doesn’t have much of anything to talk about yet, has produced men who never stop talking, men like Bing, for example, or men like Jake, who talks about himself at the slightest prompting, who has an opinion on every subject, who spews forth words from morning to night, but just because he talks, that doesn’t mean she wants to listen to him, whereas with the silent men, the old men, the ones who are nearly gone now, she would give anything to hear what they have to say.”

“La primera vez que entendía que la memoria es un lugar, un sitio de verdad al que se podía ir”

“In the end, the problem was not grief. Grief was the first cause, perhaps, but it soon gave way to something else - something more tangible, more calculable in its effects, more violent in the damage it produced. A whole chain of forces had been set in motion, and at a certain point I began to wobble, to fly in greater and greater circles around myself, until at last I spun out of orbit.”

“Nadie puede decir de dónde proviene un libro, y menos que nadie la persona que lo escribe. Los libros nacen de la ignorancia , y si continúan viviendo después de escritos es sólo en la medidad en que no pueden entenderse.”