I think just the opposite is true: love is an ideology for eternal militants, and the more misfortunes life tries to burden us with, the more essential love becomes.

Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated.

Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love.

The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.

One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.

Horses frighten me as much as chickens do,’ he said. ‘That is too bad, because lack of communication with horses has impeded human progress,’ said Abrenuncio. ‘If we ever broke down the barriers, we could produce the centaur.

She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.