The Lying Life of Adults

. He was convinced that I had returned for that type of betrayal and not for betrayals that were much more ferocious.

The splendor of a face, enhanced even by kindness, harbored and promised suffering still more than a dull face.

you looked even just for a moment at those who had the privilege of a beautiful, refined face, you discovered that it hid infernos no different from those expressed by coarse, ugly faces.

ut there’s a black veil that can drop at any moment. It’s a sudden blindness, you don’t know how to keep your distance, you crash into things.