A great commotion immobilized her in her center of gravity, planted her in her place, and her defensive will was demolished by the irresistible anxiety to discover what the orange bells and whistles and the invisible globes on the other side of death were like.

She likes to try everything, out of curiosity, but she'll be sorry if she isn't guided by her heart.

I can't think of any one film that improved on a good novel, but I can think of many good films that came from very bad novels.

It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.

There's no greater misfortune than dying alone.

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.

his examination revealed that he had no fever, no pain anywhere, and that his only concrete feeling was an urgent desire to die. All that was needed was shrewd questioning...to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of cholera.