The wind from the Caribbean blew in the windows along with the racket made by the birds, and Fermina Daza felt in her blood the wild beating of her free will.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
All I ask is that you accept a letter from me, he said.
The only regret I will have in dying is if it not for love.
Escaped the torments of memory with the aromatic fumes of gold cyanide.
Sometimes we attribute certain things we do not understand to the demon, not thinking they may be things of God that we do not understand.
When I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, what's the rest of it?