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“She looked at him with what remained of her love.”
― Dino Buzzati, The Stronghold

“What if he were an ordinary man who has been rightfully allotted no more than a mediocre destiny?”
― Dino Buzzati, Il deserto dei Tartari

“A type of cipher seemed to operate in my general experience of life. As in a corridor of mirrors, a single image is reflected again and again to an endless depth. Things that I had seen in the past were clearly reflected on those that I encountered for the first time, and I felt that I was being led by such resemblances into the inner recesses of the corridor, some fathomless inner chamber. We do not collide with our destiny all of a sudden. The man who later in his life is to be executed is constantly, every time that he sees a telegraph pole on his way to work, every time that he passes a railway crossing, drawing an image in his mind of the execution site, and is becoming familiar with that image.”
― Yukio Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion

“Only his step awoke her – not that it was loud, for Giovanni went on tiptoe. There was no special reason for it, except that he was her son.”
― Dino Buzzati, The Tartar Steppe