Dr Urbino did not agree: in his opinion a Liberal president was exactly the same as a Conservative president, but not as well dressed.

It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.

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.

In the plenitude of their relationship, Florentina Ariza asked himself which of the two was love: the turbulent bed or the peaceful Sunday afternoons, and Sara Noriega calmed him with the simple argument that love was everything they did naked. She said, 'Spiritual love from the waist up and physical love from the waist down.

Nothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies.

A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.

Shame has poor memory.