Luvina:
“The people from there say that when the moon is full they clearly see the figure of the wind sweeping along Luvina’s streets, bearing behind it a black blanket; but what I always managed to see when there was a moon in Luvina was the image of despair–always.” (114)
The Invention of Morel:
“I have the uncomfortable sensation that this paper is changing into a will. If I must resign myself to that, I shall try to make statements that can be verified so that no one, knowing that I was accused of duplicity, will doubt that they condemned me unjustly.” (12)
“The people who live hear are dreadful snobs–or else they are the inmates of an abandoned insane asylum!” (24)