“Even now as I pondered the wave of Lila’s distraught words, I felt that in me fear could not put down roots, and even the lava, the fiery stream of melting matter that I imagined inside the earthly globe, and the fear it provoked in me, settled in my mind in orderly sentences, in harmonies images, became a pavement of black stones like the streets of Naples, a pavement where I was always and no matter what the center.
Everything that struck me, would pass, and I, whatever I among those I was accumulating, I would remain force, I was the needle of the compass that stays fixed while the lead traces circles around it. ”
第二段来自末尾，Lenù 期待Lila或许会写下她们的故事，一篇Lenù—— 一个靠文字为生的人——写不出来的故事， 但Lila一遍遍用冷漠展示自己对文字的不屑与无能。
“Eliminating herself was a sort of aesthetic project. One can't go on anymore, she said, electronics seems so clean and yet it dirties, dirties tremendously, and it obliges you to leave traces of yourself everywhere as if you were shitting and peeing on yourself continuously: I want to leave nothing, my favorite key is the one that deletes.“
“Every intense relationship between human beings is full of traps, and if you want it to endure you have to learn to avoid them.”