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… — Paolo Giordano Copy Share Image
“As a little girl she had liked looking at her palms against the light, the red peeking through her closed fingers. Once she had… — Paolo Giordano Copy Share Image
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… — Paolo Giordano Copy Share Image
“Mathematicians call them 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. Numbers like 11 and 13, like 17 and 19, 41 and 43. If you have the patience to go on counting, you discover that these pairs gradually become… — Paolo Giordano Copy Share
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… — Paolo Giordano Copy Share
Even though he was afraid to admit it, when he was with her it seemed it was worth doing all those normal things that… — Paolo Giordano Copy Share Image
“Mattia sentiu os cabelos dela a fazerem-lhe cócegas no pescoço. Sentiu o fino intervalo de ar que os separava a encher-se com o seu… — Paolo Giordano Copy Share Image
...finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer… — Paolo Giordano Copy Share Image
She found herself thinking of how it would feel to be safely trapped in his arms, with no more possibility to choose. — Paolo Giordano Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
She tried to open the bottle, but the top slipped through her fingers without moving. He took the bottle from her hand and opened… — Paolo Giordano Copy Share Image
