"The New York Trilogy" de Paul Auster (1985-86)

Last of all, a simple picture of Fanshawe and Sophie-Fanshawe looking older, grimmer; and Sophie so terribly young, so beautiful, and yet somehow distracted, as though unable to concentrate. I took a deep breath and then started to cry, all of a sudden, not aware until the last moment that I had those tears inside me -sobbing hard, shuddering with my face in my hands.  

(The Locked Room)