Oh, how good it is to be with someone, sometimes.

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.

Fidelity, enforced and unto death, is the price you pay for the kind of love you never want to give up, for someone you want to hold forever, tighter and tighter, whether he's close or far away, someone who becomes dearer to you the more you've sacrificed for his sake.

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

Frigidity is desire imagined by a woman who doesnt desire the man offering himself to her. Its the desire of a woman for a man who hasnt yet come to her, whom she doesnt yet know. Shes faithful to this stranger even before she belongs to him. Frigidity is the non-desire for whatever is not him.

What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words.