Supongo que en una mujer, hasta el odio es una forma del amor. - Yasunari Kawabata

Her manner was as though she were talking of a distant foreign literature. There was something lonely, something sad in it, something that rather suggested a beggar who has lost all desire.

"Humankind, with its long history, is by now a corpse bound to a tree with the ropes of convention. If the ropes were cut, the corpse would simply fall to the ground. Prayer in one's mother tongue is a manifestation of that pathetic state."

-from "A Prayer in the Mother Tongue"

يقال أن لا شيء كالروائح جدير بأن يجعلنا نتذكر الماضي ص 104