In the end all books are written for your friends.

In the plenitude of their relationship, Florentina Ariza asked himself which of the two was love: the turbulent bed or the peaceful Sunday afternoons, and Sara Noriega calmed him with the simple argument that love was everything they did naked. She said, 'Spiritual love from the waist up and physical love from the waist down.

If you're going to be a writer you have to be one of the great ones... After all, there are better ways to starve to death.

All my life, I've been frightened at the moment I sit down to write.

Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

Both looked back then on the wild revelry...and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.