More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.

I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of Him.

When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.

One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.

It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

For a week I did not take off my mechanic's coverall day or night I did not bathe or shave or brush my teeth because love taught me too late that you groom yourself for someone you dress and perfume yourself for someone and I'd never had anyone to do that for.

He could not understand why he had needed so many words to explain what he felt in war because one was enough: fear. ~Jose Aracadio Segundo Buendia After the second banana slaughter