“All Mattia saw was a shadow moving toward him. He instinctively closed his eyes and then felt Alice’s hot mouth on his, her tears on his cheek, or maybe they weren’t hers, and finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them.” StillsHandsLightEyeMovingFeltSpaceSawsTearsMouthsShadowHotHis EyesCheeksCatching Author:Paolo Giordano
“Mattia was right: the days had slipped over her skin like a solvent, one after the other, each removing a very thin layer of pigment from her tattoo, and from both of their memories. The outlines, like the circumstances, were still there, black and well delineated, but the colors had merged together until they faded into a dull, uniform tonality, a neutral absence of meaning.” WellsStillsTogetherBlackMemoriesColorCircumstancesSkinsAbsenceDullLayersUniformsTattooOutlinesFadedPigment Author:Paolo Giordano
“It was strange to find them here, still alive, with their shared bits of past that suddenly counted for nothing.” StillsPastBitsAliveStrange Author:Paolo Giordano
“...finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them.” StillsHandsLightSpaceCatching Author:Paolo Giordano
