The rain would not have bothered Fernanda, after all, her whole life had been spent as if it were raining.

Morality, too, is a question of time.

"Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls."

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

They looked like two children," she told me. And that thought frightened her, because she'd always felt that only children are capable of everything.

Sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love.

While a person does not give up on sex, sex does not give up on the person.