It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

Love becomes greater and nobler in calamity.

In the beginning, when the world was new and nothing had a name, my father took me to see the ice.

Florentina Ariza had kept his answer ready for fifty-three years, seven months and eleven days and nights. 'Forever,' he said.

His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .

Morality, too, is a question of time.