After a while it occurred to me that between the covers of each of those books lay a boundless universe waiting to be discovered while beyond those walls, in the outside world, people allowed life to pass by in afternoons of football and radio soaps, content to do little more than gaze at their navels.

Those were the words she wanted to hear and she finally surrendered to the temptation of believing them.

Sometimes feeling and thinking are one and the same.

We all give up great expectations along the way.

Don Basilio was a forbidding-looking man with a bushy mustache who did not suffer fools and who subscribed to the theory that the liberal use of adverbs and adjectives was the mark of a pervert or someone with a vitamin deficiency.

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

One mustn't dream of one's future; one must earn it.