Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.

The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

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.

Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.

Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it

It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.