"He smiled and gazed up at the stars, which grew in luminosity by the minute amidst an aurora, wondering if another boy like him in a distant land was gazing upon the same star in the sky, wondering if he would ever see the great stars stretching out into the infinite expanse of space. How magnificent they were, those luminous orbs, those noble sages, solitary in the sky—fathers of life, lords of creation, and gods of dream—bequeathing unto the earth their cool and beneficent warmth, splitting the seemingly infinite darkness asunder with immutable rays of light, rendering what once was a dead void, the paragon of wonder, the realm of warmth—nothingness now a limitless universe of infinite matter and incalculable worth."
- Ramon Miyar.
"Mathilde leans back against her chair...folds her hands in her lap and looks at him. In the sweetness of the air, in the light of the garden... Mathilde looks at him... she looks at him... she looks at him."
"Et Mathilde s'adosse bien droite sur sa chaise... croise les mains sure ses genoux et le regarde. Dans la douceur d l'air, dans la lumière du jardin... Mathilde le regarde... Elle le regarde... Elle le regarde."
- A Very Long Engagement
"Honi soit qui mal y pense"
