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.

This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.

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.

Fernanda, on the other hand, looked for it in vain along the paths of her everyday itinerary without knowing that the search for lost things is hindered by routine habits and that is why it is so difficult to find them.

He shook my hand and said goodbye with a sentence that might have been either good advice or a threat: "Take good care of yourself.

Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?