It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge intime, toprotest againstchange, particularlychangefor the better.
Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.
A fallow field is a sin.
Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.
Kino heard the little splash of morning waves on the beach. It was very good -- Kino closed his eyes again to listen to his music.
I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it.