History shows that people are as changeable as rivers.

I wonder whether, perhaps without realizing it, we seek out the books we need to read. Or whether books themselves, which are intelligent entities, detect their readers and catch their eye. In the end, every...

Love and translation look alike in their grammar. To love someone implies transforming their words into ours. Making an effort to understand the other person and, inevitably, to misinterpret them. To construct a precarious language...

… it’s a bad sign when someone drinks a lot and doesn’t laugh.

Perhaps farewells create new territories, or they send us back to the only territory that truly belongs to us, that of solitude.