What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

She let him finish, scratching his head with the tips of her fingers, and without his having revealed that he was weeping from love, she recognized immediately the oldest sobs in the history of man.

I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.

It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.

It's much more important to write than to be written about.

It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.

I can't think of any one film that improved on a good novel, but I can think of many good films that came from very bad novels.