Seated by her side in the narrow cabin, pressing cold compresses to her forehead and holding her while she vomited, he felt profoundly happy.
Isabel AllendeI need to tell a story. It's an obsession. Each story is a seed inside of me that starts to grow and grow, like a tumor, and I have to deal with it sooner or later.
Isabel AllendeAfter a few months without writing, months I've lived turned outward... I fear going deaf, not being able to hear the silence.
Isabel Allende