It was the time when they loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity.

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.

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.

She had the revelation one Sunday that while the other instruments played for everyone the violen played for her alone .

It was also her nature that caused her letters to avoid emotional pitfalls and confine themselves to relating the events of her daily life in the utilitarian style of a ship's log. In reality they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, while Florentino Ariza burned himself alive in every line.

For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

He always considered death an unavoidable professional hazard.