She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything in the world, but only for his own sake.

...they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like children and playing together like dogs.

Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.

It is life, more than death, that has no limits.

What does he say?' he asked. 'He’s very sad,’ Úrsula answered, ‘because he thinks that you’re going to die.' 'Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.

To oppression, plundering and abandonment, we respond with life.

In that way the long-awaited visit, for which both had prepared questions and had even anticipated answers, was once more the usual everyday conversation.