Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.

Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.

Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.

The truth is that the first changes are so slow they pass almost unnoticed, and you go on seeing yourself as you always were, from the inside, but others observe you from the outside.

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.

There was no sleeper more elegant than she, with her curved body posed for a dance and her hand across her forehead, but there was also no one more ferocious when anyone disturbed the sensuality of her thinking she was still asleep when she no longer was.

Jealousy knows more than truth does.