A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by.

His place was always set at the table, in case he rturned from the dead without warning .

A man should have two wives: one to love and one to sew on his buttons.

Shame has poor memory.

Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.

He shook my hand and said goodbye with a sentence that might have been either good advice or a threat: "Take good care of yourself.

The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.