Love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.

He had fled from her in an attempt to wipe out her memory, not only through distance but by means of a muddled fury that his companions at arms took to be boldness, but the more her image wallowed in the dunghill of the war, the more the war resembled Amaranta.

I plead youth as a mitigating circumstance.

I must try and break through the cliches about Latin America. Superpowers and other outsiders have fought over us for centuries in ways that have nothing to do with our problems. In reality we are all alone.

She wanted to be herself again, to recover all that she had been obliged to give up in half a century of servitude that had doubtless made her happy but which, once her husband was dead, did not leave her even the vestiges of her identity.

We'll grow old waiting.

I've said that anyone who doesn't contradict himself is a dogmatist, and every dogmatist is a reactionary.