- There is no greater
glory than to die for love.
- He was still too
young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the
good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the
past. But when he stood at the railing of the ship… only then did he
understand to what extent he had been an easy victim to the charitable
deceptions of nostalgia.
- Together they had
overcome the daily incomprehension, the instantaneous hatred, the reciprocal
nastiness, and fabulous flashes of glory in the conjugal conspiracy. It was
time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both
were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity.
Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no
longer mattered: they were on the other shore.
- He repeated until
his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stone cutter
more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.
- The people one
loves should take all their things with them when they die.
- There is bound to be
someone driven mad by love who will give you the chance to study the effects of
gold cyanide on a cadaver. And when you do find one, observe with care, they
almost always have crystals in their heart.
- “We men are the
slaves of prejudice,’ he had once said to her. ‘But when a woman decides to
sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not
destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is
no God worth worrying about.”
- There was a house
at the foot of the tower, close to the thunder of the waves breaking against
the cliffs, where love was more intense because it seemed like a shipwreck.
- The truth is she
was a fearless apprentice but lacked all talent for guided fornication. She
never understood the charm of serenity in bed, never had a moment of invention,
and her orgasms were inopportune and epidemic.
- No, not rich,”
he said. I am a poor man with money, not the same thing.
- By the time she had
finished unburdening herself, someone had turned off the moon.
- “I told your
daughter that she is like a rose.”
“True enough,” said Lorenzo Daza, “but one
with too many thorns.”
- She would defend
herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural
talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.