Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don't last your whole life.

Four geological eras had to pass so that human beings would be able to outsing the birds and die for love.

Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

Love does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.

It always amuses me that the biggest praise for my work comes for the imagination, while the truth is that there's not a single line in all my work that does not have a basis in reality. The problem is that Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?