How strange women are.
Only God knows how much I love you.
The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians.
She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.
Then the writing became so fluid that I sometimes felt as if I were writing for the sheer pleasure of telling a story, which may be the human condition that most resembles levitation.
My most important problem was destroying the lines of demarcation that separate what seems real from what seems fantastic.
Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.
Love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.
Fernanda, on the other hand, looked for it in vain along the paths of her everyday itinerary without knowing that the search for lost things is hindered by routine habits and that is why it is so difficult to find them.
He thought about his people without sentimentalily, with a strick closing of his accounts with life, beginning to understand how much he really loved the people he hated the most.
He governed as if he felt predestined to never die.
Sex is one’s consolation when love is not enough.
Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry.
It had to be a mad dream, one that would give her the courage she would need to discard the prejudices of a class that had not always been hers but had become hers more than anyone’s. It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end in itself.
It is easier to start a war than to end it.
La fatalidad nos hace invisibles.
The wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
My most important problem was to destroy the line of demarcation that separates what seems real from what seems fantastic. Because in the world that I was trying to evoke, that barrier didn’t exist.
Le temps ne passe pas, il tourne en rond.
There are some corrupt Christians who do their business with female donkeys.