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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
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.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
All opening moves were the same, like in chess. You don't have to come up with anything new, there's no point, because you're both after the same thing anyway. The game soon finds its own way and it's only at that point that you need a strategy.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
but his eyes were too dark for her to make out any spark in them
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Do you really like studying?" Mattia nodded. "Why?" "It's the only thing I know how to do," he said shortly. He wanted to tell her that he liked studying because you can do it alone, because all the things you study are already dead, cold, and chewed over. He wanted to tell her that the pages of the schoolbooks were all the same temperature, that they left you time to choose, that they never hurt you and you couldn't hurt them either. But he said nothing.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Even though he was afraid to admit it, when he was with her it seemed it was worth doing all those normal things that normal people do.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Feeling special is the worst kind of cage a person can build for himself.
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By AnonymPaolo 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.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
His scars were hidden and safe in her hand.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
In fact, they didn't talk much at all, but they spent time together, each in his own abyss, held safe and tight by the other's silence.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
It was strange to find them here, still alive, with their shared bits of past that suddenly counted for nothing.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Mattia's voice no longer stirred anything in his stomach, but he was aware of the idea of him and always would be, as the only true benchmark for everything that had come afterward.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other.
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By AnonymPaolo 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.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
People took what they wanted, they clutched at coincidences, the few there were, and made a life from them. . . . Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Separating them were two layers of brick, a few inches of plaster, and nine years of silence.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
She emptied herself of Fabio and of herself, of all the useless efforts she had made to get where she was and find nothing there. With detached curiosity she observed the rebirth of her weaknesses, her obsessions. This time she would let them decide, since she hadn't been able to do anything anyway. Against certain parts of yourself you remain powerless, she said to herself, as she regressed pleasurably to the time when she was a girl.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
She found herself thinking of how it would feel to be safely trapped in his arms, with no more possibility to choose.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
She tried to open the bottle, but the top slipped through her fingers without moving. He took the bottle from her hand and opened it with his thumb and index finger. There was nothing special in the gesture and yet she found it strangely fascinating like a small heroic feat performed specially for her.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
[Their love] had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
The scene was set. All that was required was an action, a cold start, instant and brutal as beginnings always are.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
They lived the slow and invisible interpenetration of their universes, like two stars gravitating around a common axis, in ever tighter orbits, whose clear destiny is to coalesce at some point in space and time.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents them from truly touching. If you go on counting, you discover that these pairs gradually become rarer, lost in that silent, measured space made only of ciphers. You develop a distressing presentiment that the pairs encountered up until that point were accidental, that solitude is the true destiny. Then, just when you’re about to surrender, you come across another pair of twins, clutching each other tightly.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Why did you choose to stay here?" (...) "I don't know," he said. "It's as if there's more oxygen here.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
With a little effort, she could get up by herself
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
You can fall ill with just a memory.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
All he did all afternoon was calculate again and again how many hours of study time he was losing. Thinking about it now, he felt stupid, as we all do when we remember all the time we waste wishing we were somewhere else.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
By now he had learned. Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Entrambi respirarono un po' di quell'affetto che ancora resisteva tra di loro, diluito lungo centinaia di chilometri di cavi coassiali e alimentato da qualcosa di cui non sapevano il nome e che forse, se ci avessero pensato bene, non esisteva più.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Prime numbers are divisible only by 1 and by themselves. They hold their place in the infinite series of natural numbers, squashed, like all numbers, between two others, but one step further than the rest. They are suspicious, solitary numbers, which is why Mattia thought they were wonderful. Sometimes he thought that they had ended up in that sequence by mistake, that they'd been trapped, like pearls strung on a necklace. Other times he suspected that they too would have preferred to be like all others, just ordinary numbers, but for some reason they couldn't do it. This second thought struck him mostly at night, in the chaotic interweaving of images that comes before sleep, when the mind is too weak to tell itself lies.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
She was stung by sharp regret thinking about the sheets and tablecloths, so costly and never used due to excessive regard.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
Soms krijg ik de indruk dat wij jonge mensen, die in het domein van strikte coherentie zijn opgevoed, binnen de grenzen van het puur wetenschappelijke denken, het moeilijker hebben dan anderen: we zien te goed hoeveel fouten er altijd maar weer worden gemaakt in de hele wereld, door de geschiedenis, de generaties, de individuen heen, maar dat we het zien betekent nog niet dat we er iets aan kunnen doen.
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By AnonymPaolo Giordano
They weren't smiling and were looking in opposite directions, but it was as if their bodies flowed smoothly into each other's, through their arms and fingers. . . . There was a shared space between their bodies, the confines of which were not well delineated, from which nothing seemed to be missing and in which the air seemed motionless, undisturbed.
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