the following day, no one died

Nothing is ever perfect, however, for alongside those who laugh, there will always be others who weep, and sometimes for the self-same reasons.

One cannot be too careful with words, they change their minds just as people do.

Words move, they change from one day to the next, they are as unstable as shadows, are themselves shadows, which both are and have ceased to be, soap bubbles, shells in which one can barely hear a whisper, mere tree stumps.

Life is an orchestra which is always playing, in tune or out, a titanic that is always sinking and always rising to the surface.

Prudence only serves to postpone the inevitable, sooner or later, it surrenders.

Dissonance also has a role to play in music.

It wasn't true what the proverb said, that what the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't grieve over. Proverbs are so deceiving.

-José Saramago, Death with Interruptions