His lifetime was less than a fraction of a second in infinity. Or maybe he did not even exist; maybe human beings, the planets, everything in Creation were a dream...an illusion. He smiled with humility when he remembered.
Isabel AllendeI'm always following the characters and I'm always interested in what happens to them, but what happens to them is conditioned by the circumstances in which they live.
Isabel AllendeYou are the storyteller of your own life, and you can create your own legend, or not.
Isabel AllendeShe was considered timid and morose. Only in the country, her skin tanned by the sun and her belly full of ripe fruit, running through the fields with Pedro Tercero, was she smiling and happy. Her mother said that that was the real Blanca, and that the other one, the one back in the city, was a Blanca in hibernation.
Isabel Allende