How strange women are.

races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

What Uncle Leo XIII never suspected was that his nephew's courage did not come from the need to survive or from a brute indifference inherited from his father, but from a driving need for love, which no obstacle in this world or the next would ever break.

But he could not renounce his infinite capacity for illusion at the very moment he needed it most... he saw fireflies where there were none.

Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love.

She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.