. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?"
“Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

...until that moment I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has escaped into the pages of a novel because those whom he needs to love seem nothing more than ghosts inhabiting the mind of a stranger.

Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house.

...ответил я с энтузиазмом, которого не чувствовал.

Здесь ничто не говорило о времени, в котором мы жили. Бенджамин Сентис предпочёл для себя плюсквамперфект.

The night I met him [he] told me that, for some reason, life usually grants us what we are not looking for. He was given wealth, fame, and power, yet his soul yearned only for spiritual peace so that he could silence the shadows in his heart...

Amilyen ősi, oly biztos e tapasztalat: mondd meg, mivel dicsekszel, s én megmondom, mi hiányzik leginkább belőled.