“Matto, caldo, soldi, morto… girotondo…”

”'Junket is junket,' I said, and 'no matter what you do with it, it still tastes like swill and swallows like slime.'”

– school cook

“I couldn't swallow any more salami.”

– Mingo

“My son – Sebastian – and I constructed our days. Each day we would carve each day like a piece of sculpture, leaving behind us a trail of days like a gallery of sculpture until suddenly, last summer.”

– Mrs Vi Venable

“There's phrase that… 'A man is made of all men. He is equal to all and all are equal to him'.”

– Athos Magnani

“I look into the distance to the end of the world. Before the day is over, the end will come. First, time will tumble, and then the earth. The clouds will begin to race… the earth boils over; this is the sign. This is the beginning of the end. The world's edge begins to crumble… everything starts to collapse… tumbles, fall, crumbles and collapses. I look into the cataract. I feel an undertow, it draws me, it sucks me down. I began to fal, a vertigo seizes upon me.”

– Hias