I must warn you that the books I like are not necessarily the ones I think are the best. I like them for various reasons not always easy to explain.

Life had already given him sufficient reasons for knowing that no defeat was the final one.

When he went through the kitchen he kissed Rebeca on the forehead. "Get those bad thoughts out of your head," he told her. "You're going to be happy.

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.

Thus they went on living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily captured by words, but which would escape irremediably when they forgot the values of the written letters.

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

It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.