The most important thing Paris gave me was a perspective on Latin America. It taught me the differences between Latin America and Europe and among the Latin American countries themselves through the Latins I met there.

There is always something left to love.

Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

Justice limps along, but gets there all the same.

The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.

Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love.