Death ... doesn't take her eyes off us for a minute, so much so that even those who are not yet due to die feel her gaze pursuing them constantly.

Men are all the same, they think that because they came out of the belly of a woman they know all there is to know about women.

If you don't write your books, nobody else will do it for you. No one else has lived your life.

The problem is that the right doesn't need any ideas to govern, but the left can't govern without ideas.

The only miracle we can perform is to go on living, said the woman, to preserve the fragility of life from day to day, as if it were blind and did not know where to go, and perhaps it is like that, perhaps it really does not know, it placed itself in our hands, after giving us intelligence.

I don't think it is worth explaining how a character's nose or chin looks. It is my feeling that readers will prefer to construct, little by little, their own character—the author will do well to entrust the reader with this part of the work.

... that's how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both.