You can't eat hope,' the woman said. You can't eat it, but it sustains you,' the colonel replied.

The spirit of her invincible heart guided her through the shadows.

In that way the long-awaited visit, for which both had prepared questions and had even anticipated answers, was once more the usual everyday conversation.

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

We'll grow old waiting.

Your first realization when you become an important person is that all day and all night, whatever the circumstances, people want to hear you talk about yourself.

When you have a healthy appetite there is no such thing as bad bread.