It was a lone voice in the middle of the ocean, but it was heard at great depth and great distance.

Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist?

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.

Nothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies.

El mundo habrá acabado de joderse -dijo entonces- el día en que los hombres viajen en primera clase y la literatura en el vagón de carga.

Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love.

The only thing worse than bad health is a bad name.