Se solo i nostri occhi non fossero visibili agli altri, pensa. Se solo si potessero nascondere i propri occhi al mondo.

Io non ti conosco" mormorò, stringendo più forte la cornetta, che aveva poggiato sulla forcella ma teneva ancora in mano. "Quindi non c'è nessun bisogno di un perdono reciproco. Perché non ti conosco".

Her life was no more than a ghostly pageant of exhausted endurance, no more real than a television drama. Death, who now stood by her side, was as familiar to her as a family member, missing for a long time but now returned.

Yells and howls, threaded together layer upon layer, are enmeshed to form that lump. Because of meat. I ate too much meat. The lives of the animals I ate have all lodged there. Blood and flesh, all those butchered bodies are scattered in every nook and cranny, and though the physical remnants were excreted, their lives still stick stubbornly to my insides.

For the first time, she became vividly aware of how much of her life she had spent with her husband. It had been a period of time utterly devoid of happiness and spontaneity. A time that she'd so far managed to get through only by using up every last reserve of perseverance and consideration. All of it self-inflicted.