Jose Palacios, his oldest servant, found him floating naked with his eyes open in the purifying waters of his bath and thought he had drowned.

She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.

Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.

The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not—when they strayed form the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.

A man only has the right to look down at another when he helps him to lift himself up.

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

Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.