a process of aging had taken place in him that was so rapid and critical that soon he was being treated as one of those useless great-grandfathers who wander about the bedroom like shades, dragging their feet, remembering better times aloud, and whom no one bother about or remembers really until the morning they find them dead in their bed.

When you have a healthy appetite there is no such thing as bad bread.

Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.

More than mother and son, they were accomplices in solitude.

An early-rising man is a good spouse but a bad husband.

She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .

No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.