When one reaches absolute power, one loses total contact with reality.

They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.

She would walk through the kitchen at any hour, whenever she was hungry, and put her fork in the pots and eat a little of everything without placing anything on a plate, standing in front of the stove, talking to the serving women, who were the only ones with whom she felt comfortable, the ones she got along with best.

She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.

and realized that death was not only a permanent probability, as he had always believed, but an immediate reality.

No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you've already had.

Even when the winds of misfortune blow, amazing things can still happen.