« I've seen beauty in all sorts of things. I fell in love, and she continues to live. I killed her once and I died for her several times, and all in vain. I'm desperately looking for her; his memory haunts me. I remain hopeful that one day or another she will remember me and recognize me (P.10) The poor mechanics of your bird brains have been right for you, and forgetting alone was your plank of salvation (P.37) When I see myself in this life, it is usually from an outside point of view. I have the impression, despite my recollection of it, that it was not me yet. That it was someone who was going to become who I am, and that I look at that person from afar. Perhaps that is the way to live with it. (p.42) -You love your memories, but it is your friend that you must love, she recommended to her as a farewell. You remember what's lost, and you forget what's in front of you. He understood what she was trying to tell him, but he didn't reason like her and didn't look like him. -If I forget, who will remember? he inquired with an irrepresible melancholy. That will no longer exist. "It doesn't exist anymore," she sighed. (p.295) »

« She wanted him to see all of her. She wanted him not to see anything of her. Let him be dazzled by every detail, blind to together. Let him have a global vision, not fragmented. His desires seemed irreconcilable. »

« Patrick the starfish: - it drives me crazy! SpongeBob: - What's going on, Patrick? Patrick the starfish: - I can't see my forehead. »