Fatality makes us invisible.

It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.

The problem in public life is learning to overcome terror; the problem in married life is learning to overcome boredom.

Fernanda, on the other hand, looked for it in vain along the paths of her everyday itinerary without knowing that the search for lost things is hindered by routine habits and that is why it is so difficult to find them.

She would walk through the kitchen at any hour, whenever she was hungry, and put her fork in the pots and eat a little of everything without placing anything on a plate, standing in front of the stove, talking to the serving women, who were the only ones with whom she felt comfortable, the ones she got along with best.

A falcon who chases a warlike crane can only hope for a life of pain.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry.