When I wake up," he said, "remind me that I'm going to marry her.

It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.

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.

I ask myself how I could give in to this perpetual vertigo that I in fact provoked and feared. I floated among erratic clouds and talked to myself in front of the mirror in the vain hope of confirming who I was. My delirium was so great that during a student demonstration complete with rocks and bottles, I had to make an enormous effort not to lead it as I held up a sign that would sanctify my truth: I am mad with love.

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

Be calm. God awaits you at the door.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.