“After all, if we stop to think, the stars have been fleeing from us from the very beginning. Every night they're further away, though they give the impression of being in the same place. But we shouldn't feel lonely as a result. No. Not at all. As long as there's a fire there will be a story waiting to be told. And then we'll open our mouths wide and swallow all that we can of the night. And, for the first time, the same song will begin.”
Book:Bellas artes