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… — Paolo Giordano Copy Share Image
Twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that… — Paolo Giordano Copy Share Image
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
