I felt a sensation that later in my life was often repeated: the joy of the new.

The problem is that real change takes a long time, while life hits us right away, now, with all its contradictions.

...the dead are objects that have broken, a television, the radio, the mixer, and the best thing is to remember them as they were when they were working, because the only acceptable tomb is memory.

How heavy a body that has been traversed by death is, life is light, there's no need to let anyone make it heavy for us

How quickly people changed, with their interests, their feelings. Well-made phrases replaced by well-made phrases, time is a flow of words coherent only in appearance, the one who piles up the most is the one who wins.

The whole future---I thought---will be that way, life lives together with the damp odor of the land of the dead, attention with inattention, passionate leaps of the heart along with abrupt losses of meaning.

Maybe we really are made of the same clay, maybe we really are condemned, blameless, to the same, identical mediocrity.

Parole: con quelle si fa e si disfa come si vuole.

He was going through one of those moments that you read about in books, when a character reacts in an unexpectedly extreme way to the normal discontents of living.