“ She was stung by sharp regret thinking about the sheets and tablecloths, so costly and never used due to excessive regard. Paolo 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… Paolo Giordano
“ Denis's love for Mattia had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent. Paolo 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 li… Paolo 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… Paolo 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. Paolo Giordano
“ By now he had learned. Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains. 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. Paolo 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. Paolo 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, he… Paolo 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. Paolo 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 th… Paolo Giordano
