He was weary of the uncertainty of the vicious circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the position of not knowing why, or how, or even when.

When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.

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

The only thing worse than bad health is a bad name.

The fact is that being seductive is an addiction that can never be satisfied.

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.

Do not allow me to forget you