With the smell of beer I try to get the smell of death off me. And only the smell of death will get the smell of beer off you, like all the drinkers whose graves I have to dig.

Llega un momento de la vida en que de la gente que uno ha conocido son más los muertos que los vivos. Y la gente se niega a aceptar otras fisionomías, otras expresiones: En todas las caras nuevas que encuentra, imprime los viejos calcos, para cada una encuentra una cara que se le adapta mejor.

the cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in.

Bağışla beni efendimiz: er geç o rıhtıma çıkacağım kuşkusuz," der Marco, "ama dönüp sana anlatamayacağım onu. Böyle bir kent var, ve de basit bir sırrı var: yalnız gidişleri bilir, dönüşleri bilmez.

And when my spirit wants no stimulus or nourishment save music, I know it is to be sought in cemeteries: the musicians hide in the tombs; from grave to grave flute trills, harp chords answer one another.