That's maybe the reason he does so many things so that he will not have to think .

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

He was carrying a suitcase with clothing in order to stay and another just like it with almost two thousand letters that she had written him. They were arranged by date in bundles ties with colored ribbons, and they were all unopened.

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.

In journalism just one fact that is false prejudices the entire work. In contrast, in fiction one single fact that is true gives legitimacy to the entire work. That's the only difference, and it lies in the commitment of the writer. A novelist can do anything he wants so long as he makes people believe in it.

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.

The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.