Supongo que en el transcurso de la vida embellecemos algunos recuerdos y procuramos olvidar otros.
Of all fragrances, the sweetest is that of virtue.
My father says that fear is good; it's the body's alarm system, it warns us of danger. But sometimes danger can't be avoided, and then you have to forget about being afraid.
Lo puedo leer en tus ojos, vienes de una noche de amor.
Literary characters, like my grandmother's apparitions, are fragile beings, easily frightened; they must be treated with care so they will feel comfortable in my pages
La vida se hace caminando sin mapa y no hay forma de volver atrás.
La idea de una revolución pacífica en democracia y con plena libertad era un contrasentido.
La condición femenina es una desgracia, hija, es como tener piedras atadas a los tobillos, no se puede volar.
Gervasio Lonquimay
Barrabas came to us by the sea.
Aymaras—children
At times I felt that the universe fabricated from the power of imagination had stronger and more lasting contours than the blurred realm of the flesh-and-blood creatures around me.
Alma Belasco had caught her attention. She stood
Ella les demostró que la muerte no es un impedimento insalvable para la comunicación entre quienes se aman de verdad.
Comprendieron que las incontables almas, así como cuanto hay en el universo, son partículas de un espíritu único, como gotas de agua de un mismo océano. Una sola esencia espiritual anima todo lo exist...
I have seen these persons speak unthinkingly, not realizing that to speak is also to be. Word and gesture are man's thought. We should not speak without reason.
Writing is like making love. Don't worry about the orgasm, just concentrate on the process.
Just as when we come into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But the fear is something from within us that has nothing to do with reality. Dying is like being born: just a change.
If this world is going to be a better place for our grandchildren and great-grandchildren, it will be women who make it so.
—Usted ha cambiado mucho, mamá —observó Blanca. —No soy yo, hija. Es el mundo que ha cambiado —respondió Clara.