Each man is master of his own death, and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle.

It is impossible to explain. But what I like most is to eat.

Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.

He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery lessons, and in which Amaranta had played Chinese checkers with Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, and in which Amarana Ursula had sewn the tiny clothing for the child, and in that flash of lucidity he became aware that he was unable to bear in his soul the crushing weight of so much past.